.êـــــóÄـــkÇ ئـــ»ìïìè اــئ½ــÍ ،êــآôî òــئ اــاî
( 1 داμÇئن ،يìÇ بÄوو ÄÇ)
Sometimes the Beloved shuts the door
sometimes He opens it to me
Sometimes I am calledsometimes I deserve not to enterSometimes I long for a callsometimes He shares secrets with meSuch is the Beloved, Lord of mine.êîـــ
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،êـــڏó ðــðرóــj êîـــ Âا،ــìÇ Äــدåب ـËئداـــ ر
،êóÇ jئڻ Çڳ êîــ ئن،ــïtÇ íë òــو ئنــو êîــ
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،êôåð} ï»ìèئن íïºئ} êî ،ò êô ــ،ـê
.وــôî ـê،ـــــ íë ½Äف êîــ ،êóÄ ðâل êîــ
( 1 داμÇئن ،يìÇ بÄوو ÄÇ)
Sometimes the Beloved’s doors are wide opensometimes they are closedSometimes I can not entersometimes He Himself calls me inSometimes He is absolutely silentsometimes He is mercifully chattySometimes He promises a lotsometimes would converse not.