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Ghazal 33 Around your friends I have no shame I am no one though fingers point at me I keep sitting For wine I sell my clothes I sell my prayer rug a long time since I drank with any joy If it was my place I would ask this earth what have you done with all of life’s sweetness She must have learned this from her friends giving herself to any man that desires She is stubborn it’s true but I think she’s kind even in forgetting she keeps her promise |