“I said, meet me
İn the garden.
You know the one…
It is called the smiling spring.
There are nightingales
Chirping away,
Wine and candle lights,
Companions as soft as
Pomgrante blossoms.
You think this all would
Sound so perfect!
But without you
By my side,
What use is spring?
And when you are
With me,
What use are pomgrante blossoms?”
-Rumi
