My eyes did not get my prior consent
before advancing in love
They entangled where there is no argument
Poor heart waits, weeping on the Beloved’s path.
ðن،آئô دqóڳ دو³Ç اÎåبئح،، òæÙ اðôpن،¦ئ نðóÂì íë ò} ۾، ارداس ن ðóÂì ا.êôÇ êóÄj نðóÂìmÄj ،،íîئj ري نðóÂìmر( 2 داμÇئن آÇئ، ÄÇ)Early morning the eyes would come
to see the Beloved
They were lost in worship
and did not express anything else
They would become red without any dye
and then would be reconciled with the Beloved.
،نðóÂìÈj íë òº êóÄj ،¹Ç ئò يÂëÄ ا
. òp êtëئ اpðóن ڏج، òئô} ي
( 2 داμÇئن آÇئ، ÄÇ) At sunrise if your eyes behold not the
Beloved
You should pluck both eyes out
and serve them to the ravens.
،نðóÂìÈj íë òº êóÄj Çئن، ¹Ç يÂëÄ ا.ڏóئن ،ڳôë ـðا÷ِëـ ئtëئن، òp ي( 2 داμÇئن آÇئ، ÄÇ)