All our indulgences,
dried safflower leaves,
soul-fabric dyed and redyed.
Oh and the color always fades.
Whilst The indulgence of Thy name,
stays fast, like the red of madder roots.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.