Sky croons a song in rhythm and melody;
Ever from the air exudes Your majesty.
Perfume is infusing a floral assembly,
Stooped under the weight of honey.
A divine atmosphere have You brought;
Upon Earth's dust You've poured out love.
To a mute mouth You've given dulcet tongue;
Resounding through the lips two, smiling.
Master, You are beauty's agent,
The gemmed lamp that's never quenched.
Without sense, foolish we cry nonetheless,
Blindfolded and cooped up in dwelling.
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Tear off the cloth upon your eyes, and go outside.
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