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Masnavi-Molana (Rumi) Book 1 Listen to this reed how it complains/ Telling a tale of separations. Saying, “Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed/ Man and woman have moaned in my lament. I want a bosom torn by severance/ That I may unfold the pain of love-desire. Every one who is left far from his source/ wishes back the time when he was united with it. 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 there is no ear and eye for understanding. Body is not veiled from soul/ Nor soul from body, yet none is permitted to see the soul.