Melancholic night, with people dancing near the river, I walked the shore to see the lights over the surface for a while, with the music coming in echoes from afar.
The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can't know
by reasoning.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi, (Mathnawi II, 716-718).
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