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turk
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 Posted - 05 Apr 2009 : 03:05:38
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How can you live in this world
If you don't know something about love,
Everyone cares for something,
Everyone even loves something.
This world of Haqq
Holds a hundred thousand loves,
Look deep within yourself
To see which one is worthy of you.
On the one hand is the love
Of the compassionate, merciful One,
On the other is the love of satan, the rejected,
Your love decides
What you are worthy of.
The Prophet Muhammad
Fell into such love here,
His witness was the angel Gabriel,
His Beloved was the Creator.
Mustafa's companions were ‘Umar,
‘Uthman and ‘Ali, and
The greatest of them
Was Abu Bakr, the truthful one.
When Muhammad, the joy of the universes,
Ascended to heaven on mir'aj,
He asked Allah, Haqq,
For blessings on his followers.
Yunus, this is the truth given to you,
How shameful it would be
If you were to look again
At all that you saw before
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If you don't sacrifice your soul
On the path of love,
Are you a true lover?
If you don't press hard
For union with the Friend,
Are you a true lover?
If you don't strengthen
Your love for the Friend,
Forgetting all desire and attachment,
Are you a true lover?
Love needs no witness,
Not every soul rises up to heaven,
If you don't burn
In love's fire like a moth,
Are you a true lover?
If you don't give up those desires
Of the self and you don't
Drink from the cup of love,
If you have no determination
On the path to the Friend,
Are you a true lover?
If you don't worship by day
And by night, devoting yourself to Allah,
If you don't remember Allah in a crowd,
Are you a true lover?
Now Yunus, be patient
In your suffering for this Friend,
If your heart is not pierced
By the arrow of love,
Are you a true lover?
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Beloved, the arrow of Your love
Can actually go through stone,
We who are captured by Your love
Lose both mind and soul.
We shed tears by day and by night
As we get to know Your love,
When we worry about You alone,
All our fears and troubles drop away.
May the hearts that fall
Into Your love just burn and burn,
We deliver ourself to You,
And abandon everything else but You.
Worldly love is merely
A deadly kind of food,
When we see the end with wisdom,
We turn down that poisonous food.
If our mind is truly sound,
We don't do our duty for wages,
We are not enslaved by houris,
We ignore them when they turn their face to us.
The true lover dashes off to give
His mind and his soul to the Beloved,
He offers his life a thousand times
For union with the Friend.
For all those who are wise, this world
Is nothing but a dream or a picture,
And when we surrender ourself to You,
We forget about this dream.
The heart and eyes of Yunus
Are filled with love of Haqq,
With love of our Allah alone,
He forgets all his friends,
Because he wants to be alone with Haqq.
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Whoever claims to be a lover
Does not think of passion or desires,
Whoever comes to the house of love
Has no interest in anything, no attachment to anything.
Whoever is a true lover no longer
Remembers this world and the hereafter,
Whoever expects titles and struts
With arrogance is not a true lover.
Arrogance and honor belong
To love of this world,
Whoever loves the titles of the world
Never talks about love.
Whoever talks about love with his tongue alone,
Does not know what love is,
So here is my explanation,
Love is exalted in a priceless way.
It is slanderous to call someone a lover
Who does not renounce love of the world,
Love does not come to an inner heart
Filled with arrogance and love of the world.
Love does not accept arrogance
Or love of the world:
These are not my words, love itself
Does not find them correct.
Let those whose hearts taste love
Forget about everything except love,
No other vehicle but love
Will reach the presence of the Friend.
Let those who are true lovers
Walk the path with love,
Whoever uses the eye of the inner heart
Never stumbles into traps along the way.
Let those who call Yunus a lover
Be careful, do not imitate him,
Many will be lost because
Our destination is far away.
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A person who sees Your face once
Will never forget You all his life,
On his prayer beads he recites only Your name,
He can't remember anything except You.
If an ascetic, always in prayer to You,
Should catch sight of You once,
He will forget his prayer
And prostrate before You alone.
If his eyes happen to fall upon You
With sugar in his mouth,
He forgets the sugar, he no longer needs
To chew and swallow that kind of sweetness.
If they ask me what You are worth,
Because of my love for You,
I'd say the wealth of the two worlds
Would not be enough to describe it.
If these two worlds were nothing but
Vineyards and gardens of roses,
No rose would grow in any garden
With a fragrance better than Yours.
For lovers the Beloved is enough,
He is the scent of roses and sweet basil,
The Beloved stands before
The lover every instant, every moment.
When the sound of Israfil's trumpet
Makes everything rise from the grave,
My ear will still hear nothing more
Than the pure resonance of Your voice.
If Venus herself were to come down
To earth and sing her sweetest songs,
A lover's gaze would never turn to look,
Since You are all the lover's joy.
What can the wealth of this world
Or the next mean without You?
Let no one doubt both worlds
Are sacrificed to You.
If the houris of the eight heavens
Come to me adorned in their beauty,
My heart will never accept
Any other love but Yours.
Whatever exists in this world
Will be there in the hereafter,
When houris and the servants of paradise come,
The lover should not reach out to them.
Ever since Yunus fell in love with You,
Happiness has come to his soul,
At every moment he is reborn,
His life is always young.
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My friends, do you know
Where the true friends of Allah are?
Wherever I look I see them,
Wherever I want to see them I do.
My words are like echoes
Bouncing off the stone of those
Who feel no love in their heart,
Know this, whoever feels no inner love
Is truly remote from me.
Come, don't become a liar,
Don't tell lies to love, just come,
If you tell lies here, tomorrow
You will be locked up there.
Now if you don't know where
You come from, and you don't understand
The meaning of these words,
Still longing for union
With Haqq, with the Truth, know that
This wisdom can be found in the Qur'an.
My words are true, He is the source of love
And He gives His love,
Whoever keeps a ray of love
In his heart is actually manifesting Allah.
Many say Yunus is an old man,
They plead with him to forget this love,
But the arrow of love has just pierced
Us now and the wound is still fresh.
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This soul of mine is suffering from yearning,
The desire to come back to Allah, its beginning,
Is there any pain worse
Than my endless longing for You?
The fires of love rage in my heart,
The whole world witnesses the fires burning my heart,
Whenever someone is on fire somewhere,
The sign is that smoke pouring from him.
This love of mine has dispatched a guard
For the house of my heart,
My soul is captured already,
How can my enemies harm me?
Let me spread the news to other countries,
Let me write my will for other lovers,
Let me warn them that
The Beloved plays with the lover's heart.
I wonder why there is no remedy
To be found for my sorrow,
I wonder who it can be
Withholding the healer of my sorrow.
According to the sultans' laws,
Their slaves are bound to do wrong,
According to the sultans' will, their slaves
Are either subdued or sent to the market for sale.
Now Yunus do not complain, do not
Mention the pain your Beloved has caused,
All the longing of the lovers will come to an end
When they are in the presence of their Beloved.
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Love is an exalted station,
Love is ancient and eternal,
If you speak of love your tongue is grace,
Your tongue is the voice of the All-powerful.
He is the One who speaks, He is the One who hears,
He is the One who sees, He is the one who lets us see,
He is the One who utters every word,
Our form is the house of the soul.
How does this form find words,
How can it be the master of language?
He has given form to speech,
He has given wisdom to the tongue.
To speak is our duty,
To speak is our intoxicated joy,
What we drank, what makes us drunk
Is sherbet, the sweet waters of love.
What you say belongs to Him,
He is the One who speaks, the words are His,
He is ours, we are His,
This worship of the tongue is different.
Even if you do not believe in Allah, you
Will find no lies in the things Yunus says,
If you throw your life away in the dark,
You lose the wisdom of the divine.
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Love permeates my heart and my eyes
My tongue speaks of this love,
My face enveloped within
The tears of this love.
My body is burning and
Smoking like aloe wood.
Whoever sees my smoke now
Takes it for the wind of dawn.
Iron helmets can't resist
To this love's fire,
Its arrows pierce through the soul,
It is the path of certitude.
I constantly remember my Shah,
He speaks to me,
He is with me at every moment.
Whoever loves you loses his mind,
If he comes to his senses
Just for a second,
He is mad at every moment.
Let Yunus become earth
On this path of the true men.
The destination of the true men is
Higher than skies and heavens
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Lovers, dear lovers,
The sect of love is my religion,
When my eyes saw the face of the Beloved
Every sorrow became a joy for me.
Sultan, my Sultan,
Since I gave myself to You,
From beginning to end
You are my life and my wealth.
The source of this mind and this soul
Was with You at the beginning,
You are the beginning, the end
And all that lies between,
I can only go towards You.
I come from You and I go to You,
My tongue says Your name within You,
Yet I cannot touch You, and
This divine wisdom holds me in awe.
I don't call myself I any more,
I don't call anyone you any more,
I can't say this one is a servant,
That one is a sultan,
This makes no sense at all.
Since I found this love of the Beloved
Both the world and the hereafter are the same to me,
If You ask me about the eternal beginning and the eternal end,
They are today and tomorrow.
No longer can I mourn
Or cloud my inner heart,
I have heard the resonance of Haqq,
And I will never forget this moment.
Don't let me forget Your love,
Don't let me wander from Your gate,
If I should lose my self,
Let me find that self in You.
My Beloved created me then sent me here,
Go, he said, just see the world,
And I come to observe the beauty of the world,
Let those who love You
Never be content with the world.
He tells this to His servants,
You will see Me tomorrow,
But listen, that tomorrow
Of His lovers is my today.
Who else learned such wisdom
With the pain of all this love?
And if this is ever to be known,
No one can speak of it,
I turn my heart to You.
You are my soul and my world,
You are my treasure and my wealth,
Anything I win or lose is from You,
What I do no longer belongs to me.
Yunus turns his face to You,
Forgetting himself completely
As You speak to You,
It is You who speaks for me.
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Leave behind this fear of death,
Lovers don't die, but eternal.
What is this death to the lover?
The lover will meet Allah's divine light.
What is this fear of death?
You will meet Haqq.
Without doubt you will find eternity,
And death is the fear of wicked ones.
Turn your gazes to this essence,
This hidden treasure and light,
This light never vanishes,
I am now He.
When we were not gathered in the beginning,
We were still with Him,
Now come and understand
Who the origin of this servant is.
We were together in the beginning,
We were in union with Him,
Any being other than His becomes separated,
His Being is the cradle for the soul.
The twoness of this world never destroys
This eternal unity,
Our heart is one with Him,
The soul is tied to His Power.
Whoever knows this is no longer a guest to Him,
Whoever comes here falls into trap of living.
And the path to become union with Him
Is certain to the one who looks for.
He rules His sovereignty,
Only He knows His acts.
And He created all,
His sovereignty is the house for His Being.
Yunus, good news arrived to you,
You are ordered to go to the Friend,
It is the invitation of the One, who says,
“Everything will return to Him.”
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I'm now love's silly duck,
And the seas all adore me,
The sea is just a drop of me,
Yet each drop seems to be an ocean to me.
Even the Kaf Mountains are not
A drop of my dust,
The sun and the moon are both my slaves,
Have no doubt that I come from Allah,
And the Qur'an is my guide on this path.
My path leads to the Friend
Who is endless knowledge
Embracing everything,
Love moves my tongue to speak
Of love, and love is my joy, my witness now.
Nothing in the universe was here before
When our Sultan existed alone,
Ah see, in the hands of love
My sorrow has become the remedy now.
Before Adam was created,
Before the soul was trapped in a body,
Before Satan was rejected,
The ‘arsh, the crowning divine throne,
Was the garden of witnessing for me.
Mustafa the Prophet was created,
His face flowered like a rose,
His pleasing heart shone,
He showed the meaning of faith,
And all these blessings come to us from Allah.
The people of the sharï‘at
In outer realms are far away,
They cannot come to this place,
I know the language of birds
Unknown to anyone else, because
Solomon speaks to me.
Now Yunus, those who know Haqq,
Those who know Allah are truly few in number,
But people say that dervishes are mad,
And their words slander me completely.
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Sultan, my Sultan, at every moment
Doing different things,
This world Your garden plot, You keep
Planting sorrow in those You love.
Never do anything wrong, the moment
Of death is closer to you
Than you are to yourself,
Death burrows in the roots and origins
Of us all, we are the soil of death.
While you are still here, do endless good
Before it is time to go there,
Souls do not stay forever in bodies,
They just journey here a few days.
The questioning angel comes
Tearing up the earth as he asks,
“Who is your Allah?”
Since my soul heard of this,
My bones have not stopped aching.
Those who know Allah's unity, those
Who surrender the self to truth
Are not dead, their souls all still
Swim in the lake of love.
I have seen the friends of Allah fly away
As they drank the brimming cup of love,
Never mind that the truth
Lets them do whatever they want,
Their heads are still bowed.
If you are a true servant to the friends of Allah,
You die within Him as
So many friends who have come and gone,
Yunus, now it is time to be His friend.
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Even if the two worlds were prison cells
They would be orchard gardens for me,
When the Friend bestows His favor
On me, I am not sad, I do not grieve.
If I were the slave of the Friend
I would flower like an opening rose,
I would be the nightingale singing of love,
I would live in the rose garden of love.
My eyes have seen the Beloved's face,
And my face is dust to the friends of Allah,
But for those who understand
My words, they are sweet sugar cane.
If you give up the claims of the world
And fly up all the way to the Beloved,
If you drink the wine of love,
You will certainly be drunk with enchantment.
If I cannot see You, both this world
And the hereafter are prison cells
For my eyes. Whoever knows Your love
Must surely be the purest and the best.
My inner self has never tired of Your love,
My tongue speaks of You in spite of myself,
Yunus, may these words of yours
Be an epic tale for all the worlds.
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What is this sorrow and separation
For someone seeking union with the Beloved,
In the eyes of such a person, what is the distance
For a being who knows the Friend is very near?
If you become one with the Friend
You must give up the world,
Let's see what preparation you have to make,
To make way along this path.
If you can reach this love,
If you surrender your life,
Surrender your soul to love,
If you witness the Friend without veils
And renounce your existence,
What is this illusion of existence?
Knowledge veils the eye,
The hereafter belongs to this world's reckoning,
Here we have love's book,
What is that page being read?
O wake up from the dream of the world,
Discover the traps of the nafs
Which are your worthless desires,
Move up to the station of the Friend,
Is there any state better than that?
You say you find the truth with your eyes,
Abandon these claims of mere appearance
And come to the realm of meaning,
The sun gives its light everywhere by day,
What does this oil lamp burn at night?
Yunus seems to belong to Him,
Allah permeates both worlds,
If you travel to the Friend
Come closer to me, what are
The houris and mansions of paradise?
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What is this thing that gives
Pain of separation to me?
My soul was intoxicated,
Love is both poison and remedy to me.
Let the one who has sorrows
Ask for remedy to his sorrows,
It doesn't suffer me anymore,
My sorrow is now my remedy.
If you burn with love's fire
And earn people's hearts,
All darkness will vanish,
I need neither oil lamp nor torch.
If you read the four books descended from heaven
A thousand times in a day,
If you are still against the friends of Allah,
The beauty of Haqq's face is far away from you.
O poor Yunus, do not show pride
And arrogance to the friends of Allah,
Be like earth! Everything grows out of earth.
Earth is a rose orchard to me.
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If you become wise,
What is this attachment of yours
To appearance and the way it seems?
If you find the path of true meaning,
What is this worry of yours?
Let the wealth of the world go now,
Walk on the fires of love,
Keep going to the highest station,
What is this falling back of yours
As you walk along our path?
The wares of this body
Are fire, water, earth and air,
And they all return to their source,
What is this ignorance of yours
About your body's life?
The tavern of love has become
A mosque for every true soul,
You haven't lost a thing,
What is this lie of yours
About the life of the soul?
You're heading for the hereafter,
So leave this world of illusion behind,
If you are truly a lover,
What is this love of yours for gold,
This love of yours for earth?
You just go on saying
This is mine, this is mine,
Do you have some dispute with Allah?
Our Sultan hasn't judged your crime,
What is this going astray of yours?
You worry night and day,
And say what can I do
Because I am so poor?
He is ready to give you everything,
He offers you divine food,
What is this worry of yours about food?
Go help the poor and feed them,
Let Allah feed you if you
Happen to be running short,
One day soon they'll bury
Your body back in the earth, what is
This worry about how much you have left?
Now Yunus, you drank from the beaker
Of love and got drunk,
You used to be separate from Allah,
But now you are one with Him,
What is this sobriety of yours?
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If I ever take a step on this path
Without You I am helpless:
That power in my body
Which moves me here is You,
My heart, my life, my mind and all
That I know find peace in You,
The wing of my soul fills with joy
As it flies up to the Friend.
A lover who loses himself
Is made a falcon by his Beloved,
A hunter launched high
In pursuit of wild birds and game.
Allah in His might gives the strength
Of a thousand Hamzas to the lover
Who disrobes mountains
As he travels to the Friend,
Who digs into the heart of mountains,
Like Ferhad with a hundred thousand axes,
Shattering rocks to release
The spring of eternal life.
A fountain rising from the spring
Of eternal life is the lover's union
With the Beloved who speaks of love,
Burning those who thirst.
If you yearn for Allah's paradise,
I will never call you lover because
Paradise is still only a trap
To catch the souls of fools.
A lover who surrenders to the path
Of truth is already poor,
He accepts what you say,
Not allowed to break hearts.
We know those who came here have gone,
We see those who settled here have left,
But souls who drink from
The wine of love never die,
The soul of Yunus is not trapped
In the illusions of hell as he
Sets out on the path to the Friend,
Merging with His essence.
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You are the soul of my soul, and
I have no peace without You,
If You are not in paradise, I swear
I will never even look up there.
Wherever I look my eyes see only You,
Whatever I say my words are only You,
My only desire is to be Your witness,
And yet I have no desire.
Traveling on my way to You,
I have forgotten myself already,
Whatever I say, whatever state I'm in,
Without You, I have no peace.
If You kill me and bring me back to life
Seventy times, like Cercis, just
Take me back to You again,
I have lost all my pride in Your love.
Yunus falls into Your love too,
So reveal Your face to him,
You are my only Beloved, my heart
Is in love with nothing but You.
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diaspora! Too many Chiefs and Very Few Indians.
Halifa Salah: PDOIS is however realistic. It is fully aware that the Gambian voters are yet to reach a level of political consciousness that they rely on to vote on the basis of Principles, policies and programmes and practices. |
Edited by - turk on 05 Apr 2009 03:06:59 |
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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
Posted - 05 Apr 2009 : 15:31:02
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I love poetry and surely take time to read one, your posting though was so lengthy that halfway through I became bored, were you bored I wonder !It is a great poem nonetheless thanks. |
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concort
365 Posts |
Posted - 05 Apr 2009 : 21:26:56
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quote:
Originally posted by turk
Even if you do not believe in Allah, you
Will find no lies in the things Yunus says,
If you throw your life away in the dark,
You lose the wisdom of the divine.
(O Allah, please open the door to your mercy for me and the entire Ummah of Muhammed (S.A.W) and lead us all to the straight path).
The source of this mind and this soul
Was with You at the beginning,
You are the beginning, the end
And all that lies between,
I can only go towards You.
(Innalilaihi, Wa Inna ilayhi Raja'un)
Even the Kaf Mountains are not
A drop of my dust,
The sun and the moon are both my slaves,
Have no doubt that I come from Allah,
And the Qur'an is my guide on this path.
(O Allah, grant us the good fortune to read, understand and act upon the teachings of Al Qurani Karim and may the Quran testify to our benefit on the day of reckoning).
Before Adam was created,
Before the soul was trapped in a body,
Before Satan was rejected,
The ‘arsh, the crowning divine throne,
Was the garden of witnessing for me.
(1. Say ! He Allah is One.
2. Allah is He on Whom all depend.
3. He does not give birth and neither was He given birth to.
4. And none is like Him).
Mustafa the Prophet was created,
His face flowered like a rose,
His pleasing heart shone,
He showed the meaning of faith,
And all these blessings come to us from Allah.
(Marcaban, Ya Muhammed)
Now Yunus, those who know Haqq,
Those who know Allah are truly few in number,
But people say that dervishes are mad,
And their words slander me completely.
(O Allah, we humbly pray that you continue to protect Islam and all muslims from Shaytan and his helpers).
While you are still here, do endless good
Before it is time to go there,
Souls do not stay forever in bodies,
They just journey here a few days.
(This is a good advise...I take heed and may Allah assist me in my endeavors).
O poor Yunus, do not show pride
And arrogance to the friends of Allah,
Be like earth! Everything grows out of earth.
Earth is a rose orchard to me.
(Ameen. Jazza Kallah Khair).
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turk
USA
3356 Posts |
Posted - 05 Apr 2009 : 22:43:41
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kani
There are several poems here. It is seperated by dashes. Obviously, they are all translated, not original. Yunus Emre (1240–1321) was a Turkish poet and Sufi mystic. He sign his poems by mentioning his name at the end of the poem. He is devoted lover of Allah. For example, the following poem here refers 'Allah' as 'you'. When you see you or your, that means Allah.
Your love has wrested me away from me,
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave
Day and night I burn, gripped by agony,
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave
I find no great joy being alive,
If I cease to exist, I would not grieve,
The only solace I have is your love,
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave
Lover yearn for you, but your love slays them,
At the bottom of the sea it lays them,
It has God's images - it displays them,
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave
Even if, at the end they make me die
And scatter my ashes up to the sky,
My pit would break into this outcry:
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave
Let me drink the wine of love sip by sip,
Like Mecnun, live in the hills in hardship,
Day and night, care for you holds me in its grip,
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave
'Yunus Emre the mystic' is my name,
Each passing day fans and rouses my flame,
What I desire in both worlds is the same:
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave
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diaspora! Too many Chiefs and Very Few Indians.
Halifa Salah: PDOIS is however realistic. It is fully aware that the Gambian voters are yet to reach a level of political consciousness that they rely on to vote on the basis of Principles, policies and programmes and practices. |
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