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| For many years my heart sought the cup of Jamshid from me, What it
had, the heart went persuing, from the stranger it was pursuing Inner secrets
of the sacred mysteries. |
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| A pearl beyond the shell of space and time. The pearl my heart was
seeking. The cup my heart was seeking. From those lost on the shore of
brine. |
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| Late last night I took my question. To the elder Mage I went. To solve
the riddle I went. For his sight was from Gods direction. |
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| What I saw was great laughter and joy. With overflowing cup. He stood
there with the cup. That from within reflected a hundered mysteries. |
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| I asked him then. Please tell me when. The Sage gave thee the cup?
He answered that the cup. Was presented on the day the Sage made heaven. |
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| One searching heart was sorely grieving; Though in his heart - was
God, His eye viewed not - God, And so he cried to God while still concealing. |
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| In contrast to Sorcery, let Wisdom conjure here. As the twisting staff
of Moses. In the glowing hand of Moses. Those very inner mysteries which
we hold most dear. |
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| Remember the friend whose claim divine, I am the truth, said he. The
secrets are mine, said he. Gave up his life for revealing the sign. |
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| If the Holy Sprit shall will the gift, Then others may be empowered.
With miracles be empowered. Like the Messiah the dead to lift. |
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| What purpouse serves the chain of braids ? says me. Replied the Mage,
Its a complaint, Hafez, From searching, Hafez. That comes from a heart
full of frenzy. |
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