By Rumi
Every moment the robber Beauty rises in a different shape, ravishes the soul and disappears.Every instant the Loved One assumes a new garment, now of eld, now of youth.
Every moment the robber Beauty rises in a different shape, ravishes the soul and disappears.
Every instant the Loved One assumes a new garment, now of eld, now of youth.
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