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The Lamp of Your Face
What need lovers for world's delights or the moth for refined pleasures, "viewing the garden"? His lips parched for water of Union with the Beloved: what need to chase the "fountain of Khezr"? He who falls in your quarter, what need for the caravans of paradise except to seek your love? Surrendering his body to the couch of your disease what need has he for the "healing breath" of Jesus? If the Friend did not sit with him in his retreat, what need for the cloister of solitude? Today he gives up his soul to separation: why should he wait for the promise of tomorrow? What need anymore for glass after glass of red wine, intoxicated, unconscious with your amorousness? I am that moth at the lamp of your face: San'at, what do I need with the candle of manifestation?
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