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Truths of Love (52)

Everything I see is imbued 

with Your beautiful face.

You are there, whether hidden or revealed;

the rest is but fable and dream.

You are the one being worshiped, whether in mosque,

church or temple: all these places are but pretexts.

The people of the heart found nothing

but the treasure of You in their hearts, O Unique Pearl.

There is sugar only on Your ruby lips —

all the rest is just a crooked smile. 

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