The world's lore, a single truth concealed,
Hidden deep in pages, never revealed.
Not in wines, in their intoxicating hold,
But in the sorrow, a friend's story told.
A single truth.
We seek no beauty, no fleeting display,
Nor beg for visions to light our way.
Come, meet us, beggars of the heart's own grace,
Where veils dissolve, and truth finds its space.
A single truth.
Like vagrant thoughts, we wander everywhere,
A restless presence in the ambient air.
Though absent, perhaps, from your dreams' soft sway,
A separate world where shadows play.
A single truth.
Oh, Faqir, do not drown this grief you bear,
Within the goblet, the wine's fleeting snare.
Its true abode, a home within the soul,
Not in the tavern, where fleeting pleasures roll.
The world's lore, a single truth concealed,
Hidden deep in pages, never revealed.
A single truth.
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