Rubayi 432
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To Thee, whose essence baffles human thought, Our sins and righteous deeds alike seem naught; May Thy grace sober me, though drunk with sins, And pardon all the ill that I have wrought! |
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To Thee, whose essence baffles human thought, Our sins and righteous deeds alike seem naught; May Thy grace sober me, though drunk with sins, And pardon all the ill that I have wrought! |
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