Is a mere formality: Thou knowest what thy slave desires. O Lord, better for me to be dust And my name effaced From the records of the world Than that thou forget me. He knoweth all our good and evil. Nothing is hidden from him. He knoweth what is the best medicine To cure the pain and to rescue the fallen. Be humble, for he exalteth the humble. I am intoxicated with love for thee And need no fermented wine. I am thy bird, free from need of seed And safe from the snare of the fowler. In the Kaaba and in the temple, Thou art the object of my search, Else I am freed From both these places of
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