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What can I say how I got separated from my garden
And how I got imprisoned in the net of greed |
It is strange that the whole world being against me
How the recipient of honor of respectability I have been |
Some demand of showing and seeing was on the Tur
What do you know, O heart! How it was decided? |
The desire to be without any desire is also a desire
How the heart’s bird freed from the net of greed was |
Those desirous of seeing You, see You here also
Then how the Last Day’s promise a test of patience was |
The Perfect Beauty itself may be the cause of this unveiling
How became self-apparent what concealed in curtains was |
Death as a recipe still remains, O separation’s pathos!
The physician is insane, how I deemed incurable was |
O admonishing eye! Have you ever seen, how the rose
Having been born out of dust became colorful |
The purpose of interrogation for deeds was to disgrace me
Otherwise all as to how and why it happened obvious was |
My destruction was something worth witnessing
What can I say how l facing Him was |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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