English Poem–Benefit of losing

You took away everything from me, my lover, and rendered me without any possession.

You even did not let me retain my own self, which I thought was always mine and could never be parted.

In the mutual process of love, they say, you lose everything that you have, and gain what the lover has.

But who is the loser here? –The things that you took away were always yours, my Lord.

But you made me rich when you laid bare the wealth of your love, which eludes even the greatest of human kind.



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