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Nirtan Alankaras
O, your rising waves of favor, and your raging flames
of wrath! On the rose they are like dew-drops, on the flame
just like the moth.
My spiritual Guide, thou bearest in thyself the spirit of
Rasul.
The dark clouds brought romance between Thee, my
Beloved, and me.
Let my heart reflect the spirit of the Holy Ones. Let my
self turn into Thy being.
My vanity! It amuses me to see thee dance at the sight
of my limitation.
The rapture of my heart shows the mark of Thy kiss.
Let Thy perfection be mine, and my imperfection be
cleared away as the mist in the sun.
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