The Fount Of Life, That Never Dies, By Rumi Balkhi

The Fount of Life, that never dies,
Is but a sprinkling of Thy grace;
The moon, that lightens all the skies,
A pale reflection of Thy face.
‘The night is dark and long’, I said;
‘Bright, bright the moonshine that I seek’;
That night, the tresses of Thy head,
That moon, the lustre of Thy check.

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