O You who expelled me from the Eden,
Why am I hearing night and day,
Your resonating word in my soul?
Is it that you are revealing to me,
my and your secret?
You're playing at your flute in my heart, I know,
Surely to produce the sound of Hu, Hu,
O my love, I roam in the valley of your exhibition,
In the hope of seeing You, and hear...
...your praise from each and every one,
Eternally, you've made your home in me,
It's You who knows me - my reality and my essence!
Bring me before the mirror of Jemshid,
And make me see the whole secret:
I'm the cup, I'm the wine, and I'm the reflection in it,
Mykoul
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