How can I write on pain of separation,
I've no complaints of distance and exile,
I am just opposite,
My beloved is always on my imagination,
So he continues to be as near to me...
...as my imagination,
My beloved is from me, on me, and near to me,
Then how can I say: come to me?
What is me and he!
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