Laila moved to present-day Iraq with her husband, where she became ill and eventually died. Majnun was later found dead in the wilderness in 688 AD, near an unknown woman’s grave. He had carved three verses of poetry on a rock near the grave, which are the last three verses attributed to him.
I pass by these walls, the walls of Laila
And I kiss this wall and that wall
It’s not Love of the houses that has taken my heart
But of the One who dwells in those houses”
Whoever is loved is beautiful
but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved. Many girls were more beautiful than Laila, but Majnun did not love them.
“Let us bring some of these to meet you,” they used to say to Majnun, and he would reply, “It’s not the form of Laila that I love. Laila is not the form.
You’re looking at the cup, whereas I think only of the wine I drink from that cup. If you gave me a chalice studded with gemstones, but filled with vinegar or something other than wine, what use would that be? An old broken dipper-gourd with Laila-wine in it is better than a hundred precious goblets full of other liquid.” rumi
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