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I don't know what place it was,
The night was going when I was there.
On all sides dance of the frenzied lovers went on,
and the night passed by when I was tthere.
The Beloved was fairy-faced, lovely tall like a cypress tree,
He was all an afflistion for the heart
the night was passing by and I existed.
God himself was the head of that meeting in the infinite,
Muhammad(S.A.W) was the candle of the meeting,
the night passed by when I was there.
(Amir Khusrau)
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