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When we show it to another
Or is that sweet discovery
The mercy altogether
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
If darkness be my fate then let me be
The darkness that had hosted my Nabi
When came the Word, a Light that set me free me
Yet let me in linger in that company
How blest the darkness in a silent cave
That welcomes in the Nūr upon a slave
O Allah, help me. Help me get
To where that fountain bursts;
And when I get there Allah, let
Me quench my burning thirst
By him whose hands were raised for me,
O Allah, let me meet
Your Mukhtar. Khalid longs to be
Beside his blessed feet.