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My epiphany of passion causes commotion in the precinct of the Divine Essence, Strikes terror in the pantheon of His Attributes.

The houri and the angel are captives of my imaginations— My glance ruffles Your Manifestations.

My quest is the architect of the Mosque and the idol-house, Though my song causes tumult both in the Ka‘bah and Somnath.

My sharp vision pierced through the core of existence; Confounded by my illusions at yet another time.

Oh what a rash deed that You did not leave me hidden: I was the only secret in the conscience of the universe!