WITHOUT YOU
I plant some flowers without you,
they become thorns.
I see a peacock, it turns into a snake.
I play the rubaab* – nothing but noise.
I go to the highest heaven, it's a burning hell.
they become thorns.
I see a peacock, it turns into a snake.
I play the rubaab* – nothing but noise.
I go to the highest heaven, it's a burning hell.
- Version by Jonathan Star and Shahram Shiva
A Garden Beyond Paradise
The Mystical Poetry of Rumi
Bantam Books, 1992
* Harp
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