The waters of the great deep!
You have drunk the dregs from the cup of trembling;
But, rise up and put on the strength of my love.
The heavens will vanish away like smoke!
And, the earth will grow old like agarment;
But, put on the beautiful garments of my love and live.
Come to me! !
For, ki am he who writes and, i want to be your lover;
However, the lions have now come out of the thicket.
Ticket, thicket!
I am Xabbani in your neighbourhood;
And, i want to share my sweet love with you.
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