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I said, “To see Your beauty
I will polish the rust from my heart’s mirror
so Your reflection may be cast within it
and I will be ready to converse with You.”
What immature thoughts these were!
What mirror? What seeking?
Alas, this way of thinking itself was my veil!
My desire for You is absurd.
No longer will I crave to see You,
for in fana alone lies the answer.
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