Layla Majnoo

"I am with the One who has patience."

- Almighty

Sheen. Your face is pleasant, your disposition good, the curl of your hair's sidelock, your head, your moles, your blinking eyes and your face is beautiful, your grace, your manner, your sweetness are all pleasant. Your kindness is as good as your cruelty. You’re the appearance of eternal Love, your beauty is beyond the extreme, your face is more beautiful than the moon, and your stature resembles the cypress. You’re the most beautiful one who adds Soul to Soul, you give joy to the Heart. Sheen, the Soul of garden, meadows and jasmine, Sheen, the light of earth and sky, Sheen, the One who comes to help Lovers, Sheen, the one who sets the table of favours, Sheen, the One who is kind to the bad and greedy, The parrot is praising you so are the partridge and dove. Sheen, the eyes of the Chinese beauties, Sheen, the beauty who never frowns, never puts on a sour face, don't leave the poor Shiraz. Don't scratch the face of contention with your fingers. Sheen, the beauty that makes Kings as slave-servants of Her, Even sultans are poor in front of you. Sheen, the one who becomes a rose garden to the wise, when they reach union, heart's spaciousness becomes vast. I am with Lovers. I don't want to sleep tonight. I will pray for you my beloved, until dawn. I have friends outside and workers inside of my Heart, A bunch of charming brothers & cousins at home. They are clean and pure on the table of Love. Sheen, the light of gardens and greenery, the Cupbearer of cypress and jasmine, When I mention you, my mouth is sweetened. I will tell to King Jacob.

You are about to go on a trip alone, Either to the drunks or to the Beloved, I become like a ball, headless and footless, In front of the club of destiny. If you are going to the square, take me with you. Take me back to my essence. You are so bright that you fault the sunshine. The moon looks dark because of you. If you run around, even the sky will be too small. You are such an unprecedented beloved. You are such a peerless Beauty. You came so late with so much difficulty, but you are going so quickly and easily. How fortunate is the crowd to whom you are going. When you take the road of separation, his mind and intelligence lost, never mind separation. Wherever you go to look for something, a bright moon with cloudy wet eyes follows you. My Soul hasn't given on Her, She is my moon, She is my day, She is my soul, How will my Soul be filled ? With the love of my Sheen? My joy and pleasure are gone. My mind is clouded with insomnia. I swear to God, I Hadn't denied her favours. I am fine. I am with Lovers. I don't want to sleep tonight. I will pray for You, O My Beloved, until dawn.

You are light inside of the light, I will ask you a question. What spell do you cast that grief becomes joy? Such sweet lips you have to cast a spell. You also soften iron, Melt and cast different shapes. No. You may be an Angel who refuses to be limited by any restrictions. I have ridden so many stately horses since I have known you. At last, I threw myself out of trouble. I am free from fear and have reached the land of security. I am a new Soul in every moment. I go to a different garden every time. If you put your hand on me, neither my hand nor my Heart will remain. I know neither the sky nor the star & I know neither the garment nor its price. I know nothing. All I know is, O Sheen, my only one as beautiful as the moon, you are my peace and comfort. You give sustenance to angels, to people, by your smile, with all your beauties, Will you forget this guest Shiraz of Your Heart? That's impossible. What a wonderful moment it is that my cypress-statured beauty grows in the green and I stand in front of Her, Trembling like a willow tree in the wind. The tulip would be washed with blood. Narcissus would keep looking with jealousy. The bud would throw its hat from its head. The iris would pass out from being iris. Sheen, the cupbearer of the assembly of all kindness today I am your drunk, your ruined one. Hey rose garden & the Garden of Eden, Shiraz Is Your guest today.

Look at those playful eyes coming drunk from the tavern. She tucked her hairs behind her ears to shed the blood of Lovers. The Beauty of Beauties took an oath: "I will offer this wine constantly. Not father, not mother, not anyone will remain sober." "I'll serve so much of this wine, I'll play such a game with this wine," He said, "I'll make you all crazy. In the end, you won't find one sane person in the world of humans." O Laila, cupbearer of soul, the entire world is her Majnun. Everything else is useless, worthless Besides Laila and Majnun. How can you be safe from our Love? Is that possible? If I don't see you drunk, I'll throw all your belongings in the fire. I'll yell and scream. I'll force you to drink. I'll make you drunk. The time for the wise is gone. This is the time for the Cupbearer. Give a big glass to the one who denies that. Autumn is coming, the month of proposal, November and that’s the moment the wine meets the glass. Autumn has arrived. Hundreds of beauties and hundreds of sweethearts are born. O Venus the Cupbearer, now serve that red wine. Serve it so the ears will be opened, and I will tell one more Story.

Threaten as harshly as possible, fight as viciously as you can, but know this: The smoke coming from the stokehole of a bath doesn’t rise very high in the sky. Even if it does, it cannot cover the sky. Even with that, the sky acquires all its purity and light from the smoke. O Shiraz, don't hurt yourself. Don't hit your head against the stones. You cannot fight with that burned, flamed self. If you spit at the moon, your saliva will land on your face. If you pull on her veil, your dress gets shorter. Lots of immature ones before you have also boiled, overflowed, fought and struggled in the kettle of this world. But they all gave up at the end, finding nothing but contention. One porcupine grabbed the tail of a snake and pulled its head inside, then became like a ball. That stupid snake started throwing itself from one spike to another and became riddled with holes. That impatient, ugly face, without knowing the game, killed itself. If it had waited awhile, it might have been saved. You also put yourself together. Don't throw yourself on the spikes of every porcupine of trouble. Relax when you have accidents. Say to you, "Even the airspace will shrink." The Creator of all universes said, "I am with the One who has patience." O the One who stays with patience, Pour patience on our head. Give us patience. We have gone to another valley. You tell the rest of it and give our greetings to the patient again and again.

King Jacob : Yusuf S (Father)

- Shirazian