Let me jumble letter, sound and word together, so that without these three I may converse with you.
حرف و صوت و گفت را بر هم زنم / تا که بی این هر سه با تو دم زنم
Harf ü savt u güft râ ber hem zenem / Tâ ki bî în her se bâ tû dem zenem
Rumi, Masnavi I, the story of the parrot and the merchant (around couplet 1730).
The poet is thinking of rhyme.
The beloved says:
think of me, think of nothing else.
In the middle of a poem
Rumi wants to scatter the poem.
Letter, sound, word.
Let us set all three aside.
Let us talk between us without them.
In a friendship of many years
a glance is enough.
There, a word
is too much.