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Any Soul That Drank the Nectar

Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.
From then on, death lost all hope of me.

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

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