All my life I tricked the self,
Loved no one but myself,
In giving I found a way to take,
Innocent of my own follies,
Under the banner of love I marched ahead.
A young trader, I took to the trade,
And little by little sold myself,
Riches, jewels and silk, all worldly pleasures graced my skin,
I wept for me, I laughed for me,
For me, from me the world arose,
And I thought how beautiful I was,
A delicate flower among the thorns,
In the mirror I looked a thousand times,
Each time the eyes covered my flaws.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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