The chest sometimes feels warmth,
Sometimes it feels the uttering coldness that make a person shriek in agony.
Mine is like blazing fire on the freezing ocean.
Such wretchedness that I long for.
Such excruciating thirst grows day by day.
Intoxicate my being.
Only the door of death can save me.
To be near the Beloved.
Again-
The only face that quench me of my thirst.
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