Poem by Rumi When the rose is gone, and the rose garden has passed away, you will no longer hear the nightingale tell its tale. All is the Beloved; the lover but a veil. The Beloved alone is alive; the lover, a lifeless shadow.
چون که گُل رفت و گلستان درگذشت
نشنوی زآن پس ز بلبل سَرگذشت
جمله معشوق است و عاشق پردهای
زنده معشوق است و عاشق مردهای