Your hope in my heart is
the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is
the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours
I spend with You --
O Beloved, I can't live in this world
Without remembering You--
How can I endure the next world
Without seeing Your face?
I am a stranger in Your country
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint.
~ Rabia |
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