O Thou Who Sittest In My Heart, By Rumi Balkhi

O thou who sittest in my heart,
‘Tis time to rest, and not depart;
O thou who breakest every vow,
‘Tis time to break another now.
Lo, in thy glass the crimson wine
With such a rosy glow doth shine
That, like a rose, ’tis time to pass
From hand to hand the wine-bright glass.

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