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What should I ask the sages about my origin: I am always wanting to know my goal.

Develop the self so that before every decree God will ascertain from you: “What is your wish?”

It is nothing to talk about if I transform base selves into gold: The passion of my voice is the only alchemy I know!

O Comrade, I beheld the secrets of Destiny in them— What should I tell you of those lustrous eyes!

Only if that majzub1 of the West were living in these times, Iqbal could have explained to him the ‘I am.’

My heart bleeds from the song of the early morning: O Lord! What is the sin for which this is a punishment?