Onto Thee O Lord, my Beloved...

Onto Thee, O Beloved, do i yearn to turn all my love, so as nothing remains of me but Thee and Thee alone in all do i seek till it come through...

O Beloved Lord, I love Thee alone, and as thou dwellest in the hearts of all Thine true lovers, O Lord I beseech Thee, O Dearest of all, to guide me to those among Thine true lovers to stand the agony of these fleeting wandering days of bitter exile...

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فرو نشسته ام این جا

میان خوف و رجا

رجا به دیدن رویش

رها زهرچه جزاوست

دت ایز...رها از هیچ!

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Sitting down here

Amid trust and fear

Trust in seeing Him

Free from all other than Him

Namely…free from no Thing!

World's changing, Love's ripening

The Holy Architect is planning a new world,
That's why He is demolishing the old one,
Perchance!

Love'll prevail, as it's ripening....
May we survive the Change
Amen

Long after those days....

Love knows we're still wandering in this circling celestial sphere...

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