The great Unitarian
With names disgusting
Abhorred the command supreme
Unto his way till the end
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The day when you were standing in front of me
And when I just because of sheer excitement
Of being close to you and having faced you
When suddenly I felt that some spirit has possessed me
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A thousand flowers sprout in the bosom
The dreams of the years gone now subdued
In the wake of reality that descends
Like waves after waves on the shore
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Until I have broken the form
Until madness has not prevailed
Until I am not drunk dead
Until my mind speaks the sense
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Alone in this loneliness
Loved ones memories
Like possessions valuable
Out from the closets
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The great poet the lover the mystic
Who wrote recipes for the broken hearts
Spake of the rubies jewels of Bagram
The curvaceous beauties from India
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Hast thou seen my love many times
The morning dew or the dusk in the eve
For the lovers’ caravan to the tavern goes
Neither mosque nor temple
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Her hands were holding the moon in firm grip
Like dreams she might not she knew one day
In dark of the night she will seek all life
Like God I peeped into the kitten's play
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Ah the addiction of love
Like chocolate in despair
A fairy tale to the young
Like a cup of coffee made
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The beloved’s street I avoided
In repentance of the sin in puritan desires
I held to the world my hands for alms
For songs for the beloveds of Solomon
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