A lover asked his beloved,

Do you love yourself more than you love me?

Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.

I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,

I am present only for you.

I've forgotten all my learnings,

but from knowing you I've become a scholar.

I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.

If I love myself...I love you.

If I love you...I love myself.

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RUMI

Let all find fulfillment in love.
Let lovers be reconciled.
Let them be in ecstasy forever.
Let their lives be a glorification.
Let their souls cavort in the glow of Your love.

I picked a flower from your garden, O Master Gardener !
I clasped it close to my heart and the thorn piqued.
When the day ebbed and nighfall approached, I discerned that the flower had lost its hue, but the ache remained.

More flowers will blossom in your garden, full of fragrance and delight, O Gardener !
But my time for gathering blossoms is over, and through the nighttripping hours, I have not my flower, only the ache that abides and a heart that bleeds.

You conceal Yourself in Your own splendor. The dewdrop and the infinitesimal grain of sand are more haughtily peceptible than You.