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it complains from the separation: "Ever since I was cut from the rushy bed, men and women have weeped from my wail Whoever is kept away from his source he again looks after the time of his being united I wailed in each gathering. I joined the happy ones and sad ones Each one befriended me through his own thought, but no one could find my inside secrets. My secret is not far from my lament but, no eye and no ear can see and hear it." The lament of Ney is a fire. who has not this fire be perished. Mevlana Rumi, Mathnavi |
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