My heart knows, and My soul knows
what hides behind the fogged mirror,
My beloved knows,
what is hidden in His lovers heart.
why then the fear of seeing it?
why then the agony of knowing it?
why then the delay of embracing it?
Dervish raise the curtains for my meeting with the Beloved.
They say the taste of this nights meeting is better then a hundred nights.
Then Let the lovers be as Rumi begged, they were in each other all along!
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