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Seek within yourself the rose that you desire!
How long will you hop from branch to bough like a nightingale?
Yield and be pliant in the grip of love,
for the brazen aspirant will be crushed!
Ah, never have you endured the sting of love’s cruelty
nor savored its kindness.
Palaces and shacks are equal
in the eyes of one who yearns for the Beloved:
Wherever he goes, there is love.
Wherever he looks, he sees love’s sign.
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