Goodbye my Sufi friends and you, my lover;
Nothing now exists to connect you to me.
Tayyar is honourable and full of good intent
I will rise from the trap of the world
I will ask you to be my servant in paradise
You are my dancer, I am your poet, we can laugh
Together on days when I taste the rain-drift-clouds.
When you sew I can watch you and fall in love~
Again I remember our first meeting
Amongst…
I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can
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