O Candle! I am also an afflicted person in the world assembly
Constant complaint is my lot in the manner of the rue
Love gave the warmth of internal pathos to you
It made me the florist selling blood-mixed tears
Whether you be the candle of a celebrating assembly or one at the grave
In every condition associated with the tears of sorrow you remain
Your eye views all with equity like the Secret’s Lovers
My eye is the pride of the tumult of discrimination
Your illumination is alike in the Ka’bah and the temple
I am entangled in the temple and the
(Muhammad Iqbal)
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