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Poetry: Qiṭf 1

Is it because of the remembrance of a distress within you concealed Upon a time misspent in the intense darkness That I have shed tears by the blaze of longing inflamed From the ember of love, pains and remorse?
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Poetry: Qiṭf 12

My meadow became moist— and my sight beamed with light, == And away from me the dimness of distress and adversities was dispelled. And the greatness addressed me and my resolves settled == Close to the sun and the luminous stars. I divested myself of the garments of enervation and
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