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By the gate of your generosity stands a sinner, who is mad with love,
O best of mankind in radiance of face and countenance!
Through you he seeks a means , hoping for Allah's forgiveness of slips;
from fear of Hime, his eyelid is wet pouring tears.
Althought his gerealogy attributes him to a stone ,
how often tears have flowed, sweet, pure and fresh!
Praise of you does not do you justice, but perhaps,
In eternity, its verses will be transformed into mansions.
My praise of you shall continue for as long as I live,
For I see nothing that could ever deflect me from your praise. (en) |
