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Better to say nothing at all of love, O heart,
than to say something useless.
What do you know of the bond of love, O heart,
except vain fantasy and idle dreams?
If the mirror becomes polished, O heart,
there will be no more distinction between lover and Beloved.
When the Beloved manifests Himself, O heart,
the lover will be annihilated.
A wave surged up in the ocean, crying, “No power exists
but through God,” then merged with the ocean once again.
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