Back The Rain

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The water has been cut off from this world’s river; O springtide,
return and bring back the water! —
Of that water whose like the fountain of Khid. ar and Ily¯as
never saw and will never see.
Glorious fountain, through the splendor of whose gushing
every moment water bubbles up from the well of the soul.
When waters exist, loaves grow; but never, my soul did water
grow from the loaf.
O guest, do not beggarlike shed the water from the face of
poverty for the sake…