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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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