Man Arafa, Gharafa

It concerns me

How little do I know!

How bereaved I am, with all the unknown

Wise thoughts and reflections, ready to be picked

Where ever I go

Oh woe is me, if I miss these hidden supple fruits!

How could I allow myself

to enjoy small bits of sugar

of all facts and the apparent

when that which is bilghayb

is all the more pleasant!

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