“O wanderer, thorns of lonely sadness are stuck in your robes, As soon as you see a blooming spring flower garden, stay away! O dervish, blinded by grief, in love without hope, Don't trust doctors words and salve! Your illness is to far gone!”
– Saadi Shīrāzī
For @alastair-appreciation-month (if you haven’t participated yet, you still have a chance 😉😉😉)











