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The bed of my love I will sprinkle with attar of roses, / The face of my love I will touch with the balm, / With the balm of the tree from the farthermost wood, / From the wood without end, in the world without end.
My love holds the cup to my lips, and I drink of the cup, / And the attar of roses I sprinkle will soothe like the evening dew, / And the balm will be healing and sleep, and the cup I will drink, / I will drink of the cup my love holds to my lips.