In this dark night
I have lost the path of the journey.
Go where I may, my anguish does but grow—
beware this desert, this endless road.
Come, then, O star that guides us,
Go where I may, my anguish does but grow—
beware this desert, this endless road.
Come, then, O star that guides us,
and lead the way back home.
—Hafiz
1 comment:
Thank you. This is lovely.
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