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The sweetheart appeared asleep. I called from the garden, “Quick, I have stolen a peach!” The sweetheart in fact was not asleep;
Dawn has arrived and drawn his polished blade, and from heaven camphor-white morn has broken forth.
Unbelief has put on black garments; the Light of Muhammad has arrived. The drum of immortality has been beaten; the eternal kingdom has arrived.
A little fox carried off the sheep’s tail; was the lion perchance asleep? The blind and blue fox does not carry off its own life from the lion.
The month of fasting has come, the emperor’s banner has arrived; withhold your hand from food, the spirit’s table has arrived.
Hold on the skirt of His grace, for suddenly He will flee; but do not draw Him as an arrow, for He will flee from the bow.
What king is He who fashions a king out of dust, for the sake of one or two beggars makes Himself a beggar!
On the day of death, when my bier is on the move, do not suppose that I have any pain at leaving this world.