A Sufi Saint contemplates his imminent dissolution

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Goodbye my Sufi friends and lovers
Nothing exists to connect you to me
Tayyar is honourable, full of good intent
I will rise from the trap of the world
I will not ask you to be my servant in paradise
You are my dancer, I am your poet, we laugh
Together on days when we taste the rain.
When you sew, I watch you and fall in love
Again I remember our first meeting
Amongst the sweet smell of the jasmine
In…