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Ghazal 1 The world is nothing but the birth of the beloved without desire to see herself we ourselves would not exist Each instant sings a song about living god knows why absurd and meaningless awareness of insanity and wisdom Claiming knowledge is wrong and gain through worship impossible our world and our faith are the dregs of unknowing Wherever the beloved has walked and shown us the dust of her footprints are all we can hold We have named the beloved and know we are loved the back of heaven is bent to greet us |