O king of beauties, union with you lies in the hands of fate, while we here are merely thirsty for your love.
In this tender verse, the poet addresses the beloved as the 'sovereign of the fair,' gently surrendering to the truth that physical union is ruled by destiny, far beyond human control. Yet, this surrender holds no bitterness; the lover asks for nothing material, thirsting only for the pure, unadulterated feeling of being loved. It elevates devotion above mere possession, reminding us that true affection seeks the beloved's heart, not just their presence.
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