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| Adam Sey Laayi Hai Hasti Mein, Aarzoo e Rasool Kaha Kaha Liye Phirty Hai, Justujoo e Rasool Ajab Tamasha Ho Maidan e Hashr Mein Bedum Kay Sab Ho Peshay Khuda Aur Mein, Roobaru e Rasool |
Hang around with lovers, always
choose love. Don't be a friend for even one moment to the one who is not
a lover. If my beloved will kindly uncover her face from the curtains of
greatness, go and admire her open face and see the face of someone who has a
trace from her face. Watch the beauty when the sun shines on her forehead, Sun
put its cheek to her cheek and gave such a light that when Shiraz sees her face,
he passes out and falls to the ground that his inside and outside consist of
milk and honey. The peerless beloved hugged her so much and took her in his
arms, that he now smells of the beloved's smell, no smell of that soil is left
on her. She is such a morning that she has no whiteness, such an evening that
there is no colour to paint it, She is such an individual that she has no side
or back, such a living being that she doesn't resemble this life. Why should
the sun borrow light from the sky? Why should the rose sapling ask for smell
from the jasmine? Be silent like fish and become pure and clean like sea water,
so you will quickly obtain pearl and jewel. Treasures let me tell you secret,
don't tell anyone. Do you know who has all these qualities? It’s my Sheen, the one who praise God for all
the blessings.
I
see from your face and from your
smell that you are mad, you took your heart from the friend who loves, protects
and feels sorry for you, because of the shape of the objects that come from
your face resembles the sun. My back is hunched like the sky, my chest is dark
blue, your angry eyes look like thrown arrows, because of them hundreds of
stature like straight arrows bend down like bows, my questioning made you mad, close
your lips because of the sorrow of my questions. No heart, no soul and no
tongue is left in me, your favour was a ladder to the roof of kingdom and the
house of fortune, you have given up all these favours and break the ladder. You’re
the one whose image became the soul of Shiraz. In the name of God, my begging
is not just to save my soul. Remember one night you wanted a sign, a trace, a love,
and Shiraz, from the soul, I’ll show that to you one day. For the sake of that nights
put that black flicky hair around my neck, pull me like a drunk, and pull so
that soul will go with joy at the land of absence. Your hair becomes a club, heart
is a ball and heart will roll with your club. Establish the bench of justice at
“Medina” town of true lovers, Our
Mustafa’s (Salallaho Alyhe Wassalam) town, where the throne would be
enlightened and earth would give praise.
- Shirazian
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