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PROEM
IN THE NAME OF GOD THE MERCIFUL, THE COMPASSIONATE
1. Listen to the reed how it tells a tale, complaining of separations
Saying, Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed, my lament hath caused man and woman
to moan.
I want a bosom torn by severance, that I may unfold (to such a one) the pain of love-desire.
Every one who is left far from his source wishes back the time when he was united with it.
5. In every company I uttered my wailful notes, I consorted with the unhappy and with them
that rejoice.
Every one became my friend from his own opinion; none sought out my secrets from within
me.
My secret is not far from my plaint, but ear and eye lack the light (whereby it should be
apprehended).
Body is not veiled from soul, nor soul from body, yet none is permitted to see the soul.
This noise of the reed is fire, it is not wind: whoso hath not this fire, may he be naught!
10. Tis the fire of Love that is in the reed, tis the fervour of Love that is in the wine.
The reed is the comrade of every one who has been parted from a friend: its strains pierced
our hearts.
Who ever saw a poison and antidote like the reed? Who ever saw a sympathiser and a
longing lover like the reed?