I am wind, you are fire

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O you who've gone on pilgrimage - where are you, where, oh where?

Here, here is the Beloved! Oh come now, come, oh come!

Your friend, he is your neighbor, he is next to your wall -

You, erring in the desert - what air of love is this?

If you'd see the Beloved's form without any form -

You are the house, the master, You are the Kaaba, you!

Where is a bunch of roses, if you would be this garden?

Where, one soul's pearly essence, when you're the Sea of God?

That's true - and yet your troubles may turn to treasures rich -

How sad that you yourself veil the treasure that is yours!

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