David Hunt - O Son of Justice | Текст песни

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• O Son of Justice

Whither can a lover go
but to the land of his beloved?
and what seeker findeth rest
away from his heart's desire?

To the true lover reunion is life,
and separation is death.
His breast is void of patience
and his heart hath no peace.

A myriad lives he would forsake
to hasten to the abode
of his beloved.

(Baha'u'llah)

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