In the morningWhen I began to wake,It happened again—
That feelingThat you, Beloved,Had stood over me all nightKeeping watch,
That feelingThat as soon as I began to stir
You put Your lips on my foreheadAnd lit a Holy LampInside my heart
Hafiz.
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