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What excuses have you to offer, my heart, for so many shortcomings? Such constancy on the part of the Beloved, such unfaithfulness on your own!
O lovers, lovers, this day you and we are fallen into a whirlpool: who knows how to swim?
Today I beheld the beloved, that ornament of every affair; he went off departing to heaven like the spirit of Mus.t.af¯a.
Every instant a revelation from heaven comes to men’s innermost souls: “How long like dregs do you remain upon earth? Come up!”
O lovers, lovers, the time of union and encounter has come. The proclamation from heaven has come: “Moon-faced beauties, welcome hither!”
How sweet it is to give speech and head, to converse with his lip, especially when he opens the door and says, “Good sir, come in!”