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Where Is Your Garden?
Say sun and moon go down in hell's flames.
What light will you shine,
what fire will you light
before we can't see, before we can't hear?
Say misers rule. Generosity fades from memory.
Still your eyes see. Your heart is full.
What wage will you pay?
What clothes will you offer the stripped and bare?
Say scorpions, thorns, and snakes overrun the world.
Even so,
you're brimming with joy.
Where is your garden?
Take us to the flowers.
— Rumi
Translated by Haleh Liza Gafori
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