Short Stories: A Princess

Hearken to this Reed forlorn, Breathing, even since ‘twas torn, From its rushy bed, a strain Of impassioned love and pain.

The secret of my song, though near, None can see and none can hear. Oh, for a friend to know the sign And mingle all his soul with mine!

‘Tis the flame of Love that fired me, ‘Tis the wine of Love inspired me. Wouldst thou learn how lovers bleed, Hearken, hearken to the Reed!”

~ Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi