.. for Thee alone
I speed post-haste
over land and sea
plain and mountain
still cleaving to this
our one and only
purposement
from all that is
I turn my face
until the very last
the one that comes
(o, happy time
and holy place)
which is to be
alone, with Thee
translated from Al Hallaj
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