Rumi ghazal 163 - color

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Go friends, fetch our beloved; bring me please that fugitive idol!

With sweet songs and golden excuses, fetch home the beautiful-faced good moon.

And if he promises that "I will come another time", every promise is a trick, he will cheat you.

He has such warm breath, that with magic and enchantments he can tie a knot in water and make air solid.

With blessedness and joy, when my beloved appears, sit and keep gazing on the miracles of God.

When his glory shines, what is the glory of the beautiful? Since his sun-like face kills the lamps.

Go, o lightly-moving heart, to Yemen, to the stealer of my heart; take my greetings and my service to that jewel without price.