English Poem–Loss of the Value

I was like a coal mine that had the diamond of your divine love and, therefore, was very much rich in my value.

Though I was lusterless in appearance, yet I still had the shine of your touch.

But your separation has caused a fire in my mind, my body and my soul—it is burning me and consuming me all the time.

Though the fire recedes sometimes, but the wind of your name agitates it again, and burns me.

The call of your name renders me afire, but it is only you who can shower the rain of your grace on me and quench my thirst; otherwise, the fire would not extinguish and it would turn me into ash, which had lost all the value.

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