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Ghazal Thirty Seven
O Love who devours the heart,
O Master, protect me!
You are like Noah, my savior, you are my soul,
you are the winner and the vanquished,
You are the wounded heart, and I am in front
of the door of Secrets.
You are the light, you are the joy,
you are fortune triumphant!
You are the bird of Mount Sinai
and I have been wounded by your beak.
You are the drop of water and you are the ocean,
you are the grace and you are the fury,
You are the sugar and you are the poison,
do not torture me futhermore!
"Rumi and Sufism" by Eva de Vitray-Meyerovitch
Translated from the French by Simone Fattal
The Post-Apollo Press, Sausalito, California 1987
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