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he sounding of my destiny
beckoned me with exhilarating ecstasy
My own existance
appears not mine but the vibrant being of my Friend.
You caused my
existance to exist, you are my reknown
In idols I see
the elegant Witness of the Realms
Eyes of my lovely
Friend, plunderer of my faith are you
Why not dance
your exuberance, Oh Khadim, with every particle of your existance.
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