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Hazrat Khawaja Qutub Jamal Hanswi Saheb.
O Beloved
You are my
Only Hope
Let me behold
Your countenance
Lift the veil
From your face
O Beloved
As your beholding/effulgence
Is Joy to me…
Sweetness and honey
There is Beloved
In every word
You speak
A mine/treasure of
Sugar you hold
Under your lips
You are my
Peer – my
Ganj e Shakar!
Fortune has
Favored me
My desire/wish
I have been awarded
When the cur
Of your threshold
Called me
Your disciple!
How do I
Endure the grief
And pain showered
From on high
Complain must not
I - to the world
As from the
Divine grace/bounty
My auspicious
Lot is with you!
/
I am privileged
To be linked
To You.
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