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I ask God that I may not repose for a moment, but that, night and day, in the love of the Blessed Beauty2 -- may my spirit be a sacrifice to Him!-- I may drink from the rosy cup of the blood of the heart. (352:2) With every breath do I desire to perceive thousands of afflictions approaching me from every inhuman one; at one time, to rest in the bottom of a dungeon; at another, to repose on the chain; and, ultimately, by the favor and providence of the Blessed Perfection, to roll my face and hair in my blood. (352:3) Therefore, their invitation3 was not accepted because they invited departure to that region. Lately, that general letter was requested from Persia, and it was sent thereto. ***
(352:4)
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