I asked, "Where is your home, beautiful moon?"
She said, "In the wreck of your drunken heart.
I am the sun shining into your ruin.
Long may you call this wild wasteland your home."
from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Translated by Zara Houshmand
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