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In love

In love, aside from sipping the wine of timelessness,
  nothing else exists.
There is no reason for living except for giving one's life.
I said, "First I know you, then I die."
He said, "For the one who knows Me, there is no dying."

Notes

Excerpt from Rumi, 'Thief of Sleep' translated by by Shahram Shiva

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