MY DAUGHTER
Fātī about Fātīma (P.B.U) asked,
Behold! What is she asking from a person like me!
The one whose messenger is Gabriel,
The mystic of his dignity is his jurisprudent.
Who is among the prophets except Ahmad,
Whose writer of the revelation is sent by God.
Oh my daughter leave me alone!
Find my love within my clay and water.
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Having the love of you I have no hell anymore
Seeking you one has nothing to do with angels
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Your face is the Kaabe of the living lovers,
Cheerless is the one who traveled to Hejaz.
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Put my bed at the door of the tavern so that the cup-bearer,
Brings me a cup and cures all my pains.
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I wish one of your tress ringlets would open,
So that a person like me, the lost pious, would be egregious.
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If the poet is Sa‘dī of Shīrāz,
My and your poetaster are fun.
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All are restless being away from her,
All particles in the world are looking for HIM.
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The result of the life was spent on looking for you,
Despite all struggle if you don’t accept me, what will be the use of it?
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No joined eyebrows are like yours,
Darker than your tress exits not,
More distressed than me exists not.
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The nightingale due to the rose’s separation is wailing
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Spring breeze smells of the beloved