Love is new and fresh always
The day I learn the lesson of Love I was scared of the mosque and dreaded fasts I looked around and entered a temple Where sounded many a drum-blast Tired of reading the Vedas and Quran Kneeling and prostrating my forehead shor At Mathura or Mecca He does not dwel He who has found Him, only he can tell Burn the prayer mat, break the water pot Quit the rosary, threw away the staff Lovers say at the top of their voice Leave the kosher and eat the shot
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