Rumi Quatrain, #1321 Foruzanfar

You left, and since you left, I weep tears of blood,
And heaving anguish turns my cries into a flood.
No! When you left, my very eyes followed you
And because now are lost, how am I to even sob?

رفتی و ز رفتنی تو من خون گریم
وز غصه افزون تو افزون گریم
نی خود چو تو رفتی پی تو دیده برفت
چون دیده برفت بعد ازان چون گریم

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