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The Day has dawned, thy festal Day, O Rose; Our cheeks all glow in thy bright Ray, O Rose. Love was the Gardener of the Rose-bed there; And now thy Flower blooms forth all gay, O Rose. When Herald Breezes blew: "The Rose!" the Flowers Kneeling to thee glad Homage pay, O Rose. The Tulips danced; the Lilies, drinking there, Their brightest hues to thee display, O Rose.
Source Rรปmรฎ, Divan (Hastie), Gazel 5 ยท ๐ Read the full passage
โจ To meditate on today
According to Rumi, Love is the gardener of the rose garden: it is Love that makes the Rose bloom, the symbol of divine Beauty, and all creation, tulips and lilies, rejoices with it. Today, stop in front of a flower, a plant or a garden, and thank the Love that made it blossom.
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