Poem about the reed

Mevlâna wrote:

Hearken to this Reed forlorn,
breathing even since ‘twas torn
from its rushy bed, a strain
of impassioned love and pain.
The secret of my song, though near,
none can see and none can hear.
Oh, for a friend to know the sign
and mingle all his soul with mine!
‘Tis the flame of love that fired me,
‘tis the wine of love inspired me.
Wouldst thou learn how lovers bleed,
hearken, hearken to the Reed!

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