how lovely is your palace O Lord of hearts
my soul longs for Your courtyard
where even sparrows find home
and swallows a nest
where they can lay their young.
in my heart are highways to the holy city
where I find a day in your residence
 richer than a thousand elsewhere
I would rather be a doorkeeper
in the house of the Beloved
than dwell in any other realm.

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