The wild beast wouldn’t dare to devour the flesh of the lover:
Love is recognized both by the corrupt and by the good;
and if the beast should attempt to rip the lover apart with words,
the lover’s flesh will become a fatal poison.
To the beak of Love the two worlds are but a single grain.
Everything except love is devoured by Love.
translated by Camille and Kabir Helminski“Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance”Threshold Books, 1996
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