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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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