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Look not for a trace of me in the world:
my only trace is tracelessness.
I was a captive in the realm of His love
for a while in a time of timelessness.
For years I drank wine with the Beloved
alone in a place of placelessness.
Since the end of all speech is silence,
listen to the speech of speechlessness.
Rise! Step out of the way,
so the Beloved may enter your house.
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