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I played day and night with my comrades,
and now I am greatly afraid.

So high is my Lord’s palace,
my heart trembles to mount its stairs:
yet I must not be shy, if I would enjoy His love.

My heart must cleave to my Lover;
I must withdraw my veil,
and meet Him with all my body:

Mine eyes must perform the ceremony of the lamps of love.

Kabîr says: ‘Listen to me, friend:
he understands who loves.
If you feel not love’s longing for your Beloved One,
it is vain to adorn your body,
vain to put unguent on your eyelids.’

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