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Oh, you who gave me the cup of your love, here I am, between my passion, my longing, and my suffering. I tasted bliss when we met for a moment, and since we parted, there is no joy or bliss. What happened? Where is the union and where is what was said on the day of our meeting? For separation wounds every loving heart with a wound like the edge of a sword or the sharpest of spears.
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He left but he did not disappear, and his separation pains me, he is alive, watching and silent, and the distance wounds me, he is not dead, but his absence is the pain of my heart’s breaths calling out, and longing screams at me, his ghost passes by, and I embrace him in my memory and speak his name, with my silence and the whisper of my silence, as if he were close, but out of reach.
الِارْضُ ارْضِيٌّ وَالسَّمَاءُ سَمَائِيٌّ
لَيْسَ مَنْ مِثْلِكَ يُعَلِّمُنِي فَعَالِي
وَالْحَرْبُ حَرْبِيٌّ وَالنِّزَالُ نِزَالِيٌّ
وَالنَّصْرُ مُقْتَدِرًا اذَا كَانَ لِقَائِي
وَعَلِيَّتِي أَعْلَى مِنْ كُلِّ الْاعَالِي
وَ اعْدَائِي بِكَمْلَتِهِمْ فِدًّا
لَيْسَ مَنْ مِثْلِكَ يُعَلِّمُنِي فَعَالِي
وَالْحَرْبُ حَرْبِيٌّ وَالنِّزَالُ نِزَالِيٌّ
وَالنَّصْرُ مُقْتَدِرًا اذَا كَانَ لِقَائِي
وَعَلِيَّتِي أَعْلَى مِنْ كُلِّ الْاعَالِي
وَ اعْدَائِي بِكَمْلَتِهِمْ فِدًّا
Come on, don't leave me, it can't be that easy, babe
If you believe me, I guess I'll get on a plane
Fly to your city, excited to see your face
Hold me, console me, and then I'll leave without a trace
If you believe me, I guess I'll get on a plane
Fly to your city, excited to see your face
Hold me, console me, and then I'll leave without a trace
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I am yesterday, I am today, and I am tomorrow. I do not change. I do not love, I do not hate. I do not feel, I do not want. I do not speak, nor do I remain silent. I know that I do not know why I am who I am. Am I because I am who I am, or am I an illusion that has mastered the role of the ego?
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