O Beloved, You are so gracious. After all these years You still remember who I am: the one who wears the dust of Your door like a crown. Tell me, who taught You to be so generous to Your slaves? O Holy Bird, please bless this path I’m on, for I’m new to this traveling, and it’s a long way I have to go. O morning breeze, take my prayers to the Beloved, and tell Him that each day I am on my knees at dawn.
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