I cherish you with constant, fervent flame,
My heart is captive to your blessed name.
I live by your name, friend of my soul,
For your dear name, my life would take its toll.
A mendicant I at the Master's door,
My empty hands are filled and ask no more.
The joy your presence does bestow,
Like Eid's fair moon in radiant glow.
Within love's sea, does Saqib deeply wade,
And with a fragile vessel, unafraid.
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