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THE DOOR.
(Jelaluddin.)
One knocked at the Beloved's door.
“Who is there?” The loud reply
To the Voice within was, “I.”
“Go thy ways and come no more,
This house holds not Me and Thee;
Who himself loves, loves not Me.”
Closed was the Beloved's door.
“Who is there?” The loud reply
To the Voice within was, “I.”
“Go thy ways and come no more,
This house holds not Me and Thee;
Who himself loves, loves not Me.”
Closed was the Beloved's door.
Back to the Beloved's door,
After twelve months' prayer and fast,
In the desert lone and vast,
The lover came and knocked once more.
“Who is there?” the answer now
Was no longer “I,” but “Thou.”
Opened was the Heavenly Door.
After twelve months' prayer and fast,
In the desert lone and vast,
The lover came and knocked once more.
“Who is there?” the answer now
Was no longer “I,” but “Thou.”
Opened was the Heavenly Door.
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