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O Mother ! To whom can I tell, this state of separation-pain
Fires of Faqeer smoulder, wherever I rummage ruby-red gain,
Thorns pierces, make me mad, separation my mind's refrain
O Mother ! To whom can I tell, this state of separation-pain.

— Madho Lal Hussain

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O God, you are the only confident of my days
You are inside, outside, you are settled in my pores
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Say Hussain, the worthless fakir, I am nothing, You are all.

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