With thee…


With thee,
my love,
hell itself were heaven,

With thee a prison
would be a rose garden.

With thee
hell would be a
mansion of delight,

Without thee
lilies and roses
would be as flames of fire.

The torch of love
is all sweetness.

The love of the soul
is for life
and the living one,
because its origin
is the Soul
not bound to place.

By Rumi

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