| Love Poem: With the Beloved’s water of life, no illness remains In the Beloved’s rose garden of union, no thorn remains. They say there is a window from one heart to another How can there be a window where no wall remains? – Jalaluddin Rumi |
| Love Poem: With the Beloved’s water of life, no illness remains In the Beloved’s rose garden of union, no thorn remains. They say there is a window from one heart to another How can there be a window where no wall remains? – Jalaluddin Rumi |