Were it not for the sorrows of the night,
The sky wouldn’t seem so beautiful or the stars full of eternal light…
As the haunted take to the streets, the whole creation comes alive,
No longer silent, it seems to whisper, come lay by my side,
And I promise to love you on this lonely starlit night.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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