seperation

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Individuals love god.
I love this seperation from you.
It is worth Haj to 100 Meccas,
This seperation from you.

Individuals say I am just about as splendid as the sun,
They say I am well known.
What a fire it has lit in me,
This partition from you.

Behind me is my shadow,
Ahead, is my murkiness.
I dread that it may leave me,
This seperation from you.

No pollutant of the body is in it,
Nor litter of the brain,
All has been winnowed out,
By this seperation from you.

At the point when distress comes, carrying with it
Depression and agony,
I pull it near me,
This division from you.

Now and again it colors my words
Some of the time it weaves through my tunes,
It has shown me incredible arrangement,
This partition from you.

At the point when distress, crushed, fell at my feet,
Astonished at my devotion,
The world emerged to see
This seperation from you.

Love procured me popularity.
Individuals ran to applaud me.
It sobbed in my hug,
This division from you.

The world ended up telling me,
That I had been indiscreet.
It sat me on a lofty position today
This seperation from you.

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