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Truths of Love (7)

I will sit by the heart’s threshold, O Friend,

sanctifying its ruins with Your name.

I will trace the image of Your visage upon my heart

until I clearly see You rising there.

I will call out “Haqq, Haqq!” repeatedly

until Your message is proclaimed from my heart’s Kaaba.

In the heart’s shade, intimate with You, 

I will drink down with purity Your ever-flowing wine.

All this will I do until I turn the house of my heart into rubble

and gamble away all my being on Your path.

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