Rubayi 179
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To prayer and fasting when my heart inclined, All my desire I surely hoped to find; Alas! my purity is stained with wine, My prayers are wasted like a breath of wind. |
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To prayer and fasting when my heart inclined, All my desire I surely hoped to find; Alas! my purity is stained with wine, My prayers are wasted like a breath of wind. |
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