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O Beloved, my heart has grown so accustomed to You
it turns towards no other door.
I’ve surrendered my head nowhere else;
I’ve walked on no other path.
You plundered my heart and faith;
You ambushed me wherever I went.
I cannot distinguish head from foot;
I’m but a ball before Your polo bat.
O You, sly Beloved, Your love suffices,
for there is no friend other than You.
Once I drank the colorless wine
I became free from the world of colors and scents.
Now I am but a love-crazed soul,
an enchanted heart crying, “Hu! Hu!”
Ever since You bestowed light on my heart,
it says, “He” at every moment, with no trace of “I.”
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