On my birthday, I hear the faint sound of the reedflute murmuring:
(Masnavi Book 1; verses 1-6)
Listen and heed the Reed-flute’s narration
It’s longing for unison after separation,
Since ‘twas torn from the reedbed to play
A mystical melody day by day
"To one i'll tell this story of mine;
one whose heart is torn of longing
So it can fell the pain of my separation."
Whoever’s been cut from their source
Turns back to seek a way of recourse
Back , O back to the unity whither I came
I was brought into diversity, I have no blame
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