Love's a dance, a whirling dervish,
Whose chosen soul, it doth immerse.
They leap and twirl, a joyful plight,
And dance within the market's light.
Love's the sickness, a sweet despair,
For which all remedies compare,
They fail to heal, they cannot mend,
And in the market, they transcend.
Love commands, "Let all depart,"
Leaving home, a broken heart.
Around their neck, a garland bright,
And in the market, they take flight.
Love's a price, the heart, the soul,
No bargain made, beyond control.
No commerce thrives, no trade can start,
And in the market, they restart.
Rahhi Qalandar's song so true,
Love's the court of God, anew.
They spin and sway, with hearts ablaze,
And dance within the market's maze.
They dance within the market's maze.
They dance within the market's maze.
They dance within the market's maze.
They dance within the market's maze.
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