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This shirt of blame

That I’m wearing

I chose it

For myself

The empty bottle

Of self-importance

Has melted

Down to glass

Ah, what does it matter?

Has melted

Down to glass

I was lifted

Beyond this known world

To a place

From which to see

When I came back

To this soil

The whole world

Looked at me

Ah, what does it matter?

The whole world

Looked at me

There’s a rain

That is falling

On the garden

Of the soul

And the bushes

That will grow there

Yield roses

As well as thorns

Ah, what does it matter?

Yield roses

As well as thorns

Some are praying

In the churches

Others prostrate

In the mosques

The only prayer

That I offer

Is at the threshold

Of my love

Ah, what does it matter?

At the threshold

Of my love

Are you happy

With your Beloved?

People often

Want to know

If I’m happy

Or I suffer

My Beloved

Is still mine

Ah, what does it matter?

My Beloved is still mine

The wine of love

Has been forbidden

By those who

Never loved

But I pour it

And I drink it

This love is all I know

Ah, what does it matter?

This love is all I know

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