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That brazen, drunken Beloved has stolen my religion
through the unbelief inspired by Her curls.
When She sees a careless aspirant
She breaks his legs and withholds a helping hand!
Ah, the countless lovers’ hearts pierced
by the darts flung from Her eyelashes!
We have surrendered ourselves to Her unconditionally,
forsaking our hearts, offering up our souls.
Perhaps now She will drive us away from egotism
and set us free from self-existence.
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