My Sweetened Rose

If My Life Was A Rose Petal, I Would Have 
Been Pinned To Your Hairs.

#Awesomeshake
- Shirazian

You’re the restless wind of me, which doesn't stop anywhere. Say this to the rose: “my rose, the one who escaped from the rose garden, to be made into rose petal preserve by mixing with sugar”. Hey rose you were sugar originally and you deserve the sugar “sugar is good, to be a rose is also good but to be loyal is better than both”. Touch your cheek to the cheek of sugar and get the taste of it. Give perfume to it; try to alleviate the pain of separation with the help of sugar. Once you become the conserve of roses then you are food for the soul and light for the eyes. Pull your heart away from the rose; it's different now you were living with thorns which are just like the mind who is the friend of soul. Ascend from earth to the sky stage by stage until you meet him. When you walk among the people you walk on a secret path from garden to garden, you go to the source where all these forms and shapes appear. Rose, you are a rare bird flying the opposite way of others, because your news comes from that other direction, leave your arms and wings come without head or feet. Rose you've seen all, that's why you're smiling at the world. Sheen, strong healthy brave! Roses are raining from the sky to the rose garden shouting and “Anyone who wants stairs to the sky should throw his soul to grief”. Come to your senses now; try to get out of the bottle of the master who makes rosewater like sweat, become like a soul out of its container. Once I was like you, now I've become soul, come you must become soul too, you'll have good luck, good fortune and a very rosy face. When I say 'conserve of roses' I mean the grace of god and our existence, you see our existence is like iron and god's grace is like the magnet. The mind is like a mirror, the mirror maker causes torture with his flames because he doesn't want us. He says "I want you without you". Hey the one who says words smells like musk! Come back to yourself there is no end to these talks and I won't tell anyone the things you've told me. Sheen of Shiraz let me tell the secret. Without sound, without colour, without smell, if there is no sun there will be no light of dawn.

He: - Agar mein phool ban ker tumhary zindagee me murjhaa gaya tou?

She: - Agar shakker wale paani ko ek baar pikar phir uss paani me phool rakha jae tou phool nahi murjhate. issi tarah apni meethi si mohabbat ke paani me aapko rakhege hum, phir aap nahi murjhaoge.

- Shirazian