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When I become drunk on His wine,
I find freedom from the thought of gain and loss.
Unceasingly I drink the dregs of pain for Him.
My only sorrow is grief caused by Him.
I regard as a godsend
each breath that I remember the Beloved.
Through the Beloved’s attraction and my longing to see Him,
I surrender both worlds to love.
I see that where a trace of “we” and “you” remains
it is to the detriment of love.
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