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Beloved of my soul,
You seek me out in every land
to disgrace me
before people.
Whomever I look at,
You are the one in my sight —
do you wish to make me
love-crazed for You?
I am the lover
seated at Your door,
but not concerned whether or not
You open it for me.
When You became the customer,
I sold myself to You;
now it is Your choice
how to deal with me.
You want me totally,
always and everywhere,
but only to deny me
in everyone’s eyes.
I died in your district
in remembrance of Your face —
may You revive me
with a breath!
O Light Bestower of the soul,
O soother of the heart,
I am lost —
how can You ever find me?
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