Gratitude for existence, yet what have you wrought?
Veils unveiled, the secret of the heart is caught.
We begged of Allah for love's exquisite ache,
But fate, it seems, has others' portion to make.
Two embers held within love's deity's hand,
One, the heart, the other, my entrails to command.
I'm grateful for the rapture, the soul's sweet plight,
That in the crowded hall, I was made solitary light.
Have mercy, O Seemab, on sorrow's embrace,
Life's bitterness, nature has found its place.
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