My soul cries out,
Snared by the beauty
Of the formless one.
As I cry by myself,
Night and day
Beauty amassed before my eyes
Surpasses numberless moons and suns.
If I look at the clouds in the sky,
I see his beauty afloat;
And I see him walk on the stars
Blazing my heart

Fikirchand

Snared

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