O Beloved, I am of you,
Not a fragment of you!
I am your song that you whisper...
To me silently lifelong,
The houris dance in sublime rhythm,
To the low and high tones of your song,
That you have created a Yusuf,
On the earth in your own beauty.
Mykoul
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