He left me, and himself he departed; What fault was there in me ? Neither at night nor in the day do I sleep in peace; My eyes pour out tears ! Sharper than swords and spears are the arrows of love ! There is no one as cruel as love ; This malady no physician can cure. There is no peace, not for a moment, So intense is the pain of separation ! O Bullah, if the Lord were to shower His grace, My days would radically change ! He left me, and himself he departed. What fault was there in me?SourceThe script ran 0.007 seconds.
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