listen to the ney (reed flute), how it is complaining!
it is telling about separations,
(saying), ever since I was severed from the reed field,
men and women have lamented in (the presence of) my shrill cries.
(but) i want a heart (which is) torn, torn from separation,
so that I may explain the pain of yearning.
anyone one who has remained far from his roots,
seeks a return (to the) time of his union.
everyone became my friend from his (own) opinion;
he did not seek my secrets from within me.
my secret is not far from my lament,
but eyes and ears do not have the light (to sense it).
who has seen a poison and a remedy like the ney?
who has seen a harmonious companion and a yearning friend like the ney?
from mesnevi...
