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  • This noise of the reed is fire, it is not wind: whoso hath not this fire, may he be naught!
  • ’Tis the fire of Love that is in the reed, ’tis the fervour of Love that is in the wine. 10
  • The reed is the comrade of every one who has been parted from a friend: its strains pierced our hearts.
  • Who ever saw a poison and antidote like the reed? Who ever saw a sympathiser and a longing lover like the reed?
  • The reed tells of the Way full of blood and recounts stories of the passion of Majnún.
  • Only to the senseless is this sense confided: the tongue hath no customer save the ear.
  • In our woe the days (of life) have become untimely: our days travel hand in hand with burning griefs. 15
  • If our days are gone, let them go!—’tis no matter. Do Thou remain, for none is holy as Thou art!
  • Except the fish, everyone becomes sated with water; whoever is without daily bread finds the day long.
  • None that is raw understands the state of the ripe: therefore my words must be brief. Farewell!