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Quote by Rumi

“The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.”

Quote by Rumi

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Rumi
Rumi

Rumi, also known as Jalal al-Din Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet and Sufi mystic. His poetry is renowned for its profound philosophy, beautiful language, and strong emotions, and has had a profound impact on the world. more

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