how could you possibly make me feel like dirt? for, from the dust have i come
to the dust i shall return tomorrow, just for the day have i come
do not turn me back thus, with disrespect from your door, my friends
what if my hands bear no gifts? with a heart full of blessings have i come
even if i did bow my head at another's feet, what would i gain?
what could i take from this world, carrying what have i come?
the difference between love and slavery i declare, do listen:
i went to her with my heart bowed low, with my head held high have i come
the body is not mine, nor the heart, nor even its beating, Sifar
every drop of blood belongs to Him: as the shadow of the formless have i come
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