ðº ́ ـ،ـêِ ـØِÓئåـ وڏو ،
ِ. èـ،ـÄ،ن òº èئر،ڳ
( 7 داμÇئن آبÄي، òئÈÇ ÄÇ)All seek to always love the Beloved
Why would the pretending ones envy the lovers
Those who die in the way of the Beloved
are indeed fortunate ones.
، rìÇ òïëð êôμÇ وراð،ِëئه ò{óو،rëا mئڙðôî êtëا êº ،ðôxp êóÂìæî ،تðî.ن ðôÇر ئم رڙòî ، rì ئò بئòÇ òÇ( 7 داμÇئن آبÄي، òئÈÇ ÄÇ)By sitting you get no relation
by sleeping you find no association
Those will win over their love
who scarifice their bodies
Even knowing about the hurdles
they still move to reach the Beloved.
،êóÄkÇ íë êæè òμÇ ،نðj íë ور ò{óوêºئÇ ،
ِ.òp ê ́ òæè و،ن ر رÂëن، òè òº( 7 داμÇئن آبÄي، òئÈÇ ÄÇ)By sitting you get no relation
by sleeping you can't have the Beloved
Those seekers who weep on the tracks
can get to the destination.