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O my heart! Let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved, the ravisher of my heart! There Love is filling her pitcher from the well, yet she has no rope wherewith to draw water: There the clouds do not cover the sky, yet the rain falls down in gentle showers: O bodiless one! Do not sit on your doorstep: go forth and bathe yourself in that rain! There it is ever moonlight and never dark: and who speaks of one sun only? That land is illuminated with the rays of a million suns.
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