مساحة إعلانية
My soul is besieged endlessly With longing for love
To be one with thee is
Like the perfume of bliss
My heart is aflame
And knows no peace Until I meet thy delights.
Have pity on those lovers who force themselves
To hide their passion, for love reveals all
If they divulge their secret, their blood is made lawful And that’s how blood of those who love is shed.
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