Whoever is left far from their origin seeks again the time of reunion.
هر کسی کو دور ماند از اصل خویش
باز جوید روزگار وصل خویشHer kesî k'û dûr mând ez asl-ı hîş
bâz cûyed rûzgâr-ı vasl-ı hîş
Rumi, Masnavi, Book I, couplet 4 (Nicholson).
The reed was cut from the reed bed.
Since that day it has been crying.
Rumi is not saying this only of the reed.
He is saying it of everything parted from its origin.
Longing is a sense of direction.
Whoever forgets where they came from
does not know where they are going either.
Separation hurts,
but it is also what shows the way.