" How should a friend turn aside from the pain inflicted by his friend?.. a friend is like gold, tribulation is like the fire: the pure gold is glad in the heart of the fire....
From Thy magnificent hand I have eaten so much that I am bent double with shame...If I make an outcry and complaint, because of one bitter thing, may the dust of a hundred roads fall upon me.
By love, bitter things become sweet; by love pieces of copper become gold;
By love, dregs become clear; by love pain becomes healing;
By love the dead is made living."
Rumi
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