| Like silver torrents flow thy words to me |
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| Even in the Kaaba courts my heart was moved |
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| Thou shouldst have given to me the robe and crown |
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| Thou take'st no heed of me |
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| O changing Wheel of Fate, what thing is there |
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| O ask not frigid Piety to dwell |
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| I care not if no rest nor peace remain |
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| Thy beauty flashes like a sword |
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| Through Love did I the joy of life attain |
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| Had I control o'er her, the dear Tormentor |
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