مساحة إعلانية
The invocation of love, Lord, has made me drunk. Have you ever seen a man in love who was not drunk?
How could I have a place to call my own, when I am As you can see
Alive but heartless, walking aimlessly to nowhere. You think I’m alive, but I’m not, I’m dead
One part of me, abandoned, weeps for the other part. O thou my regret
Desire of thee torments me
Takes up my whole life, yet does not consume it.
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