Untitled by Rumi

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

 

 

Note: Above translation by Coleman Barks. Please comment if you have the original.

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