If the pain in my heart were reflected outside,
every particle’s face would be darkened by sorrow.
If it found the way to my Essence,
that drunkenness, that agitation
would turn every drop into an ocean.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 2, page 473.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx.pub.fall2023), Rubai 1013, Vol.3