Saudi friend, I miss you, you are my insight, I melt in love, and I call you with tears. I am in love, and closeness is my desire, oh the dawn seduces you with the breeze, the soul longs and the connection is my desire, I am in love with your desires, and I am killed by my sins, if you prevent me from seeing you and preventing the fire of passion, with the bowels it burns me, and with those who beat me, the soul and my place are narrow, and the groaning speaks, and longing overwhelms me, oh the depth of my soul, in public and in secret, it overflows. I reap the fruits of my sins in my hands, and from their remembrance I have left my beds, for I am in a weak state. I pour out my tears, conversing with the Generous One. Your vision is my desire, and my heart and the pillow have settled in my joy, and my inkwell has called for you, and my pens have dried up, and my days have burned with the fire of love, oh my side. My sorrows do not satisfy you, for your vision is my goal, but all my wishes, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him, my Saudi friend.
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