This ceaseless shower of your love,
It makes me dance and wildly sing,
It makes me notice trivial things,
The humility with which man bows his head to you,
There’s a smile on every face,
Even the teary-eyed are at peace,
Yes, ceaseless is the shower of your love,
Falling unbidden on parched lips.
It makes me dance and wildly sing,
It makes me notice trivial things,
The humility with which man bows his head to you,
There’s a smile on every face,
Even the teary-eyed are at peace,
Yes, ceaseless is the shower of your love,
Falling unbidden on parched lips.
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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