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How long will you torment this tortured
soul with your vengeance? If I could find
my way in peace to the realm of Love,
I’d escape the sting of your poison.
No salve soothes the wounds upon my heart,
I crave the scalpel’s diamond surgery.
My pain’s so hot I rip my scars apart.
Make your cruelty a kindness: release me.
My heart’s been stripped right out of me.
Well, then, let it go! Why should I weep?
No guard will come to keep a careful watch
over a monk’s abandoned shack.
Listen, Makhfi, the bell rings for you to go.
How long will your spirit remain faithless,
restless, tentative as the wind, tossed
about like a flame, tormented by desire?
