So beautiful is your name,
I can’t hope to possess it.
I’ll wear it in my heart, smear it on my forehead,
I’ll drink from your cup.
I’ll call you as many times, sometimes, even in vain,
But your fragrance in my hands, I cannot contain.
So beautiful is your name,
The more I give you up, the more you linger on my lips.
I can’t hope to possess it.
I’ll wear it in my heart, smear it on my forehead,
I’ll drink from your cup.
I’ll call you as many times, sometimes, even in vain,
But your fragrance in my hands, I cannot contain.
So beautiful is your name,
The more I give you up, the more you linger on my lips.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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