When The Soul Doth Smart, By Rumi Balkhi

When the soul doth smart,
And can the same rehearse,
Singing from the heart
Shall all its grief disperse.
See, the wondrous rose
That in my heart doth bloom,
Never hue it shows,
Nor hides its sweet perfume.

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