There's no wish to shine anymore,
I like it quiet...
Where once was the candle of love, flickering, day and night,
Only a gentle light remains burning from the inside.
Each day, little by little,
The old world drifts away like a boulder loosened from a rock.
And sometimes when it gets too quiet, too melodious, too full,
There's no one left behind to label, to extol.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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