گر ز زخمِ خا،ِ تن غربال شد

جان و جسمم گُلشنِ اقبال شد

خلاصه شرح ابیات

English Translation

“If my body is a sieve from the blows of the thorns,

my soul and body are a rose-garden of felicity.

Mathnavi, Sixth Book, Section 27, Verse 948

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