“Take my life instead of His Majesty’s,” I pleaded. Then I realized that if my supplication were to be granted and I disappeared like dew, I would have died for His Majesty without him even knowing it. That too made me sad.

Should I die for my Lord
May the white frost on my grave
Appear to him in a dream. [5.25]

sad girl



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