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In this realm, instruction is assuredly of no avail.
The lover's teacher is the Loved One's beauty:
His face their lesson and their only book.
Learning of wonderment, of longing love their duty:
Not on learned chapters and dull themes they look.
The chain that binds them is His musky hair:
The Cyclic Scheme, to them, is but to Him a stair (53:2)

Here followeth a supplication to God, the Exalted, the Glorified:
O Lord! O Thou Whose bounty granteth wishes!
I stand before Thee, all save Thee forgetting.
Grant that the mote of knowledge in my spirit
Escape desire and the lowly clay;
Grant that Thine ancient gift, this drop of wisdom:
Merge with Thy mighty sea (53:4)

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