Every night I am fallen on the grounds surrounding your house Till the day break, I wail, cry, and yearn for you O’ beloved, take a look at my broken heart My life is over, and I know no one but you On the day that nothing but broken pieces and bits left of my bones, My broken heart will be still longing for you Unfortunately, the night of Joiner was never my predicament Pity on him who is your addict Kindly, let your grace fall on my miserable life You are the king of grace and Khosro is your beggar
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For future posts, !islamicleft would be a better fit for this kind of content.
