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Hafiz’s Ghazal 5: The Love of Fortune The heart slips away from me, O guardians of souls, for the love of God, lend your helping hand. Alas, the hidden ailment
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Rumi’s Ghazal 1187: In the Realm of Love Your love arrived later yet surpasses those before, exceeding previous passions; God decreed, “Those who come later will advance further.” Its seal
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