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Of rhymes do I dream? ’Tis my love orders me
Of love still to dream; swain devoted to be,
‘Thyself make thou happy. Rhymes leave now alone
The rhyme I seek thou art. I love thee my own.
What’s rhyme that thou turnest thy thoughts thitherward,
Mere bramble on wall, hedging round our vineyard,
I care not for words, for asseverations,
My time if I pass in these sweet delusions.’

— Rumi Attributed A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)

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