I declared that thoughts about you have swallowed my self
However speaking the truth, one has to pay the price
Society and authority begins to despise
For the people in the city call me a drunkard
Intoxicated by the wine of your beauty
And yet like the Abbasid Caliph you punish me
By ignoring me altogether and going away
Separation from you is like the gibbet
From which hung the body of Hallaj
How painful do you think this can be?
Thoughts about you have swallowed me
Without my self where be the pain?
There are only your thoughts come rain or shine
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