Love makes us speak, love
makes us moan,
Love makes us die, love
brings us to life,
Love makes us drunk and
bewildered,
It sometimes makes one a
king.
Love and the lover have no
rigid doctrine.
Whichever direction the lover
takes,
He turns towards his beloved.
Wherever he may be, he is
with his beloved.
Wherever he goes, he goes
with his beloved.
He cannot do anything,
He cannot survive even for
one moment,
Without his beloved.
He constantly recalls his
beloved,
As his beloved remembers him.
Lover and beloved, remember
and remembered,
Are ever in each other’s
company, always together.
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