I have no concern with disbelief or faith, nor any business with the temple or the mosque; my heart only circumambulates the beloved's cheeks and tresses.
Here, the poet steps far beyond the rigid boundaries of religion, temples, and shrines, finding his true sanctuary in pure love. Instead of formal rituals, his devoted heart performs 'tawaaf'—sacred circumambulation—around the glowing cheeks and dark tresses of the beloved. In this tender surrender, worldly devotion dissolves into divine romance, where beauty itself becomes an act of worship.
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