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A rose has bloomed in the garden of love I have a problem, I wouldn't trade it for a thousand cures My burden is precious gem, I scatter coral I have a problem, I wouldn't trade it for a thousand cures All the birds talk and say my writing My crane comes to Damascus, it says my autumn My wounds say my salt, my salt I have a problem, I wouldn't trade it for a thousand cures My Shah Hatayi, I look at love, I am full, I flow, my beautiful master has given me a problem, I will suffer I have a problem, I wouldn't trade it for a thousand cures