At this courtyard of song
You arrived on this same morn.
You'd been hid in mind's collyrium;
Suddenly You permitted vision.
You're the world's quintessence;
Yours is all action and knowledge.
By vanity becoming drunk,
Mind to deceive, I believe to me belong.
Absent You none else is there;
A bubble Yours is everybody.
At Your sea ablution having done,
Finally with Thee will I move in unison.
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I am shown to be only Yours.
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