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The cloth is torn come love, bring me a needle. The needle of love for the torn cloth of friendship, my friend, my love let us make love one last time. Such is the magic of Hoshang's poetry. In and out of cultures, countries, homes and beds, Hoshang has his innocence and spirit undimmed. And both shine through luminously in these poems. These poems contextualize Sufism for the twenty-first century using the wisdom and music of the East. This is indeed a glorious addition to the growing list of new world poetry.

