I, like a poor fakir |
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False is she, breaker of all promises |
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I met you and the pain of separation was forgot |
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Here can my heart no longer rest |
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The Light is in mine eyes |
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The Widow |
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Like silver torrents flow thy words to me |
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Even in the Kaaba courts my heart was moved |
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Thou shouldst have given to me the robe and crown |
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O Tyrannous One, when from my heart was drawn |
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