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Execution
Poetry
Regardless of friendships - you and I cannot leave;
I will not part with you tonight - that is too hard.
A long night with a hangover: thick heart ache,
Sermons upon manners and morals delivered to thyself by thyself.
Thank God it will soon be over.
Latif was kind and brought the executioner to meet me and we spent some time together.
He, like me, is a Sufi.
Apparently, in praise of the owner of this house of confinement:
We were speaking quietly of mentioning your case as non-Sharia compliant
We now have the means to adorn your soul - which was the position before The artists and poets were all executed for blasphemy. You are the last.
For now. Please tell your interrogators who gave you the data, on the mountain side.
It will go easier with you. One blow of a recently sharpened axe will suffice.
Lie down now, on your poetry divan.
If you desire wine or the fruit of the poppy, it will be provided.
Your enthusiasm and patience have been noted.
If you are patient, you will be able to bear everything.
Everything comes to us in time, especially that old fakir, death.
This water should help clear your head until after the execution.
