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Poem XXXI

II. 100. nis` din sâlai ghâw

A sore pain troubles me day and night, and I cannot sleep;
I long for the meeting with my Beloved, and my father's house
  gives me pleasure no more.
The gates of the sky are opened, the temple is revealed:
I meet my husband, and leave at His feet the offering of my body
  and my mind.