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The soul listened to the exclamation, “Yes!”
not to the rival’s rebuke or the preacher’s counsel.
That is why, day and night, it stands watchful,
like Mahmud, over the secret of the Ayaz of the heart.
My heart was lost when its Beloved gazed
with the eye of “He is the All-Seeing.”
I have gone, and like Hafez
there remains of us only a tale of love,
until the turn of someone else comes,
bringing with it the story of another love.
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