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Ghazal 24 Funny or sad how I envy myself I have seen the beloved but no one can bear it If love burns more than the heart avoid love even wine melts the bottle I hide in How can she hope to forbid us from our ways she is shamed by us and shamed by madness I’m complaining at every pause I am hopeless if I stop complaining the complaints overtake me My soul is on fire who can stay near me my shadow pours from me like smoke |