'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.

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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. 

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Now if my yearning aught of gain may bring

Lead to the Prophet, Lord, the song I sing' 

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       - Mulla Jami