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By Hazrat Amir Khusroe.
I linger near
Your abode
Day in and
Day out
Lamenting sighing
Yearning for you.
O beloved
Be not unfaithful
To one brokenhearted…
Since long ages
Have i
Befriended you
So long did
It take to be
Acquainted with you
When my bones
Turn into
Splinters, still
Will my heart
Desire/yearn for you.
Not a moment
Of union…
Not a moment
Of such a night
For one pining
Sorrowfully
For the one
In love with you.
Send a glance
Of kindness on
My pitiful plight.
You are the
King of Virtue/goodness
And Khusroe a
Beggar at your door!
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