Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.
Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.
Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?
Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?
391 chars (3 sms)