He whose heart is without love,
In the end inherits nothing but shame and ignominy,
His eyes see only hate and wrath,
But whoever drink from the water of love never die
A shameful and disgraceful death
The pomp and show of the world merely veil the Real;
Discover a love that yearns for the truth -
Hidden in low and High tunes of the divine word,
O I hear sweet melodies from my beloved,
So much fantastic!
Sounding like honey bees that honestly,
No bee could ever produce on the earth.
Mykoul
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