when darkness possesses the air,
If you look into muddy water,
you see neither the moon nor the sky,
Look
(III)
The soul,
A stranger in the city,
yearning for the city of placelessness,
Waiting to be taken away for eternity,
Every instant shakes the bell of hearts;
The soul
(IV)
O lovers!
The time of union has come,
The proclamation from heaven has come,
The sound of sweet nightingale is calling,
The seven spheres of heavens are calling,
O lovers!
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