Love poem by rumi


Through Love 
all that is bitter

 will be sweet
Through Love 
all that is copper 

will be gold.
Through Love 
all dregs 

will turn to purest wine
Through Love
all pain

will turn to medicine.
Through Love 
the dead 

will all become alive.
Through Love
 the king will turn 
into a slave.


~Rumi

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