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 :::I craved release From griefs that burn and pains that never cease, But all my cries to Heaven were empty breath;
 * Not even Death

Coming at last, could give my spirit peace.


 * If, on the Judgment Day,

Grieving for my transgressions, I shall pray For mercy for the evil I have done,
 * O Self-Existent One,

Grant that my tears shall wash the sin away.


 * Makhfi, for thy fate

Be not thou fearful nor disconsolate; Higher, upon the Day of Reckoning,
 * Faquir than khig.

There shall be then none lowly and none great.