THE KING OF LOVE
I within our heart the heat of love won’t infiltrate,
The king of love towards us glance did not.
I sacrificed my soul to the Beloved’s visitation,
How can make an apology, not anything left.
That head which was sacrificed to her visage,
Whatever was seen by the beloved was not head.
If Moses was not able to see His visage upon the branch of the tree,
Doubtlessly his tree of insight was barren.
If you burden love voluntarily, never mind!
Eithere the East or the West was not in the right place.
Having not knocked the door of her love, like the Queen,
We would not have been let into the Solomon's court.
If the bird of the sacred garden had obtained her union,
In the assembly of your lovers, wingless and featherless would not have been.