O paradox divine, of sweetest flesh and strongest blood, we are chasing thee, o stag, and running from thee, o hound, for all the world has spun and spurned the way that things should be.
Let the small birds give chase to the hawks, let the acorns sprout into oaks, let the wood make bows for arrows, and the feathers straight-shot shafts.
Oh, Allah, who makes us patient in adversity, make me now endure the test! To be your slave is my crown, to drink your wine will slake my thirst, and I will put my forehead to the ground.
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