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Dance, when you’re broken open.

Dance, if you have torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of the fighting.

Dance in your blood.

Dance when you’re perfectly free.

Rumi, vertaal deur Coleman Barks met John Moyne

Here at the frontier, there are falling leaves.

Although my neighbours are all barbarians,

And you, you are a thousand miles away,

There are always two cups at my table.

Tang-gesegde