What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.
What was told to cypress that make it strong and straight.
What was whispered the Jasmine, so it is what it is.
Whatever made sugar can sweet.
Whatever was said to the inhabitants
of the town of Chigil in Turkestan
that makes them so handsome.
Whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is being said to me now.
I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.
The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugar cane,
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!
What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.
was said to me here in my chest.
What was told to cypress that make it strong and straight.
What was whispered the Jasmine, so it is what it is.
Whatever made sugar can sweet.
Whatever was said to the inhabitants
of the town of Chigil in Turkestan
that makes them so handsome.
Whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is being said to me now.
I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.
The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugar cane,
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!
What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.
Rumi
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