No sound of clapping comes from only one hand.
The thirsty man is moaning, “O delicious water!”
The water is calling, “Where is the one who will drink me?”
This thirst in our souls is the magnetism of the Water:
We are Its, and It is ours.
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Hich b’ng-e kaff zadan na-yad beh dar
az yeki dast to bi dasti degar
Teshneh mi n’lad keh “Ay b-e gov’r”
b ham n’lad keh “Ku’n ‘b khv’r”
Jazb-e bast in `atash dar j’n-e m
m’ az n-e U va U ham ‘n-e m
— Mathnawi III: 4397-4399
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
“Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance”
Threshold Books, 1996
Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahy¡ Monastra
