By my prayer, tho' the sweat of our every Farhad run as canals of free milk
By my prayer, tho' even our Khusrow's Shirin rise to Khadijah's ilk
By my prayer, tho' the Saqi turn Muslim & the Mujahid serene
How, pray, convert Sorrow while it's yet my Qarin?
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