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What is it that this drunkenness On me of mine hath brought?
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Glad tidings! Behold, salvation On Dhou Selém hath lit
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The Curve of thy tress Of faith and unfaith the snare is
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Fragrance of the musk of Tart'ry On the East wind, lo! there cometh
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Soufi, come see; For the glass of the cup is bright
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The Case of the heart a-bleed who shall speak again?
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A Heart, that is secret-discovering And Jemshid's cup of might hath
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Lacking thee, o swaying cypress, Lo! with rose and mead what do I?
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Welcome, messenger of gladness! Prithee, tidings tell of the Friend
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In thy heart of yore, Beloved, More concern for lovers' care was
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