(ode) (Rumi) (Masnavi Manavi)
It’s everyday my thought and every night my speech
That why am I inattentive to my heart?
From where did I come? What’s my coming reason?
To where do I go at the end? Don’t you show my home?
I don’t know why did he make me?
Or what’s his reason to make me?
The good day is that I fly to god.
In thought of him I move my wings.
Who’s that ear who hears my singing?
I didn’t come hear to return myself.
Who brought me here he returns me to home.
I’m bird of sky garden and half made of soil.
And they made a prison from my body for few days.
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