Nami Danam Che Manzil Bood by Sabri Brothers I don’t know which station I reached the other night Victims of the Dance of Slaughter lay everywhere, where I was the other night There was a nymph-like Beloved with a cypress-like form And a tulip-like face, making lover hearts to suffer Where I was the other night, rivals competed with their voices He was full of coquetry, and I was filled with fear It was so impossible to say, where I was the other night God Himself presided over such gathering, and Khusrau was in la makan [spacelessness] Muhammad (SAW) was the Burning Candle of such assembly That lit up the gathering, where I was the other night. https://ift.tt/2Ixw4s2

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