Unadorned

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Unadorned

Regardless of the cries of priests and sages

I strove to give my bleeding soul her wages;

And each embrace or memory of one

Is worth to me the treasures of the ages,

Is worth to me the treasures of the ages.

Each shadow of a kiss or fond embrace

Down in the depth of solitude I trace;

And in the corners of my darkest den

The fallen gods of pleasure find a place,

The fallen gods of pleasure find a place.

And though knee-deep I find myself in hell,

And though the flames around my cheeks should swell,

I shall not loose my grip on Allah’s throne,

I shall not fall alone, I know full well,

I shall not fall alone, I know full well.