To my enchantress and my slayer,I am, O soul of mine, my very self and spirit,
A wanderer among the wandering,Snatching from purity's domain
What feeds the hearts of lovers;I am the one whose soaring bird
Made me taste sleeplessness of lids,And with dawn-melody's sweet scent
Illumines the world of night-walkers;I am upon thy earth a smile
That rises on the lips of weary men;And I see thee, gentle sage,
In whom the afflicted have increased;Thou sendest forth heroic tales
Consulting those who slumber on;But I am of those whom
Thou hast made happiest among the happy,And filled the wilderness of their lives
With jasmine blossoms' perfume;A flower whose fragrance greets me
At thy dwelling's door in silence;When I strive toward thy sanctuary,
Swimming among the swimmers,I shall come, a prayer-niche embracing thee,
Worshipping among the devout,And I shall say: O Lord of heaven
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