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translation from Farsi
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Dead Poets
Beyond unbelief, beyond belief,
there lies an open desert.
In the heart of that vastness
our longing hangs,
a yearning without object.
When the mystic arrives,
he bows his head,
resting in surrender.
There is no unbelief there,
no faith either—
and no “place”
as we understand place.
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