'Sweeten my lips, O Lord, to sing of Thee
From taint of gall make my utterance free,
This tongue, Your gift, from evil words restrain,
Never may it lead me to disgrace or pain.
A double heart is fraught with grief and pain,
and single-mindedness alone is true gain.
The rosebud wears a single heart, and scorns
the thousand daggers of encircling thorns.
Each cheek I loved, fair as the rose's bud,
Draws from each eyelash now a tear of blood.
Now if my yearning aught of gain may bring
Lead to the Prophet, Lord, the song I sing'
- Mulla Jami
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