My dear heart, never think you are better than others. Listen to their sorrows with compassion. If you want peace, don't harbor bad thoughts, do not gossip and don't teach what you do not know.
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The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love transcends emotions and is an ever-renewing experience.
In this quote, Rumi expresses the idea that love is a boundless and limitless garden, producing various positive outcomes that go beyond simple feelings of sorrow and joy. He suggests that true love exists outside the traditional cycles of emotion, remaining vibrant and fresh regardless of external circumstances.
Themes
LoveEmotionTranscendenceFreshnessNature
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about the power of love in relationships.
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