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The casket is lowered from the heaven on the chains,
The treasures of the love the casket hide.
Take a goodness, it do not cease ever,
Allah is lowered its down on the earth.
This magic casket is good by one,
That is from its like a water from the key,
If more scoop and give away
Then more a treasures remain.
I'm sorry, it happens, an every scourge,
Poor fellow, which is unhappy most of all unhappy,
Does not see the treasure casket
Or unaware its beautiful properties.
And I'm to you like a fairy tail sage,
Render everything, and my chest is full.
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