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Hazrat Sheikh Saadi.
You are the
King of my heart
This beggar’s
Grandeur it is…
The dust of
My beloved’s street
Awards me
This Status…
Masjid need not I
To make my
Prostration/to kneel
My beloved’s eyebrow
Is my House of God!
Assassinated/slain -I wallow
In dust and blood
The world looks on
My condition this…
I endure
Your rosy lips
Lovingly you slay
Right here
Is Kerbala!
I grieve/lament
The separation
He speeds away
He ignores me
Knowing well my
Condition…what
Kind of Friendship
Is this!
Saad useless it is
To don the Ihram
To circumbulate
The Kaaba
Gaze at the
Friend’s/Beloved’s
Countenance and
Find here both
The Kaaba and
Mount Safa.
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