Oh Rose, I contemplate you with all affection and longing from time to time whenever we meet, and contemplation is the work of the pure. I do not get tired of abundance or lack, and I worship the One and Only, to find how beautiful you are in splendor and modesty, how perfect you are. Glory be to Him who created everything for a cause and creates what He wills. If I fear and rise in The reasons and I make sure to study and study and knock on closed doors and follow the paths and repent and unite and bear witness with the heart and in absolute terms that you are a tidings of comfort, an oasis for the soul and the eyes, a green oasis of imagination for those who come to choose and then go abundant and you have satisfied him and fulfilled his desire, and that you are a sign of hastened arrival and the answer to a question, you answer whoever asks you, do not be ashamed. .. about the approaching date of the beloved traveler, and about the one who is overcome by longing for his beloved and deliberately absent, eavesdropping on hearing, concealing tears, and being arrogant without alienation, war, or rancour. Jabir has preceded the brokenness, and reproach is sufficient for him.
Longing is a post-dated check for payment as is, and a check for the time of meeting.
The thorn in you is nothing but a sign of the world and all that is in it of goodness and badness, friendliness and hatred, and it hunts for mistakes, and you follow those who love to rule, and right and wrong, and a kind forgiveness for all that has passed if you come with an important excuse, and an imminent punishment, and the separation of loved ones who have just died, and solace with important memories and salvation. In secret, there are veils and thoughts and dreams, and alleviation of pain for those who have been afflicted by it and those who are more in need of God, or if you wish, say a recompense for the one who steals from you and for the reckless one and for every impudent person who repulses you without a responsibility and is unfair to you. God does not take care of you.
O rose of lovers, Glory be to none other than you, trust that I loved you with all the love and longing from you and from me, and I thought that I had not fulfilled you in full and the promise, and life is no longer enough for you, but I still hope that perhaps I will meet you in Paradise, and God is the matter before and after.