Though, the heart of the earth is parched,
It lives for the Sky to rain on it.
Rivers, lakes and oceans may fill her,
But rain alone can seal the cracks.
Life is an eternal romance.
Now that I've tasted it,
I want to run to the corners of this earth,
And sing of the quiet beauty of love,
For it oozes out of me, as blood gushes out of a bleeding wound, ceaselessly...
It lives for the Sky to rain on it.
Rivers, lakes and oceans may fill her,
But rain alone can seal the cracks.
Life is an eternal romance.
Now that I've tasted it,
I want to run to the corners of this earth,
And sing of the quiet beauty of love,
For it oozes out of me, as blood gushes out of a bleeding wound, ceaselessly...
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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