"Stranger to love and the benevolent hand of age...... History has recorded on our papery hearts By the reed And each partition of the reed Complains of the Masnavi of our groans: ...........?? The lines in your hands (these winding roads) Is familiar to my eye. Believe me The lines in your hand Are more familiar to me than my own lines... Ah O friend... They buried us together in the grave A thousand years ago,"