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Oh my people, I miss the dear friend who is absent from me, and I miss his knowledge. He lives in my heart and is always on my mind. He is my beloved and made my day come before his. They say that which has no beginning has no end. The moon, when it sets, its stars cannot be replaced. I would be lying if I said that in his absence I asked, even my eyes are deprived of sleep from here. Don’t blame me if my sieve increases. Whoever knows about my condition will say, “I don’t blame him.” My dear is present and he is not absent. He is dear. He is in a heap, and all these people are in a heap. Words: Badr Al-Mullahi Music: Folklore Date: 2008