My Crafty Beloved !

She Is Like An Art & Art Is Never Meant To Be
Understood !

#Awesomeshake

Hey my friend, my beloved, my confidant, the light of my heart and my demand! Hey Sheen, Look! Last year we fell in love with our present time. I was all spendthrifts, you are hundreds of treasures to me, hundreds of my spent moneys. I was lazy, you are hundreds of pilgrimages, hundreds of businesses and occupations. When I fall asleep, you are hundreds of states of awakeness. I was the sick one, you are hundreds of salves for my wounds. I was all ruined, your kindness, your favour is my architect.

I' said yesterday to my love: "O my crafty Sheen, don’t deny that you hide my love."

She answered me by saying: "No, what I do comes from you, because my mountain echoes your voice to you."

"Yes," I said,

"True. I am the mountain. This is my voice. But, o friend who does what he wishes, the same is not true for us. We cannot do what we wish."

          My feast, our wedding will be auspicious to the world. God fit the feast and wedding to our length like a proper garment, Venus and the moon will be matched to each other, the parrot with sugar. The most beautifully faced beloved makes a different kind of wedding every night. With the favour of his prosperity, hearts become spacious and soul mates pair up with each other. Troubles and anxieties are all gone. Here tonight, you go again to the wedding and feasting. Beauty who adorned our city, you will be groom to the beauties. How nicely you walk in my neighbourhood, coming to me so beautifully. How nicely you flow with my desires, unfastening the binding of my feet. You make me walk so nicely, holding my hand.

          Wise ones give thanks to our Almighty's kindness, who adds souls to soul, keep dancing, o considerate ones. Keep whirling and dancing. At the wedding night of rose and thorns and be silent! Venus becomes the cup-bearer tonight and offers glasses to my sweetheart, whose skin is fair and rosy, who takes a glass and drinks. For the sake of god, because of my praying be silent! Tonight, the Sheen went to the kitchen. She is cooking with joy. But a most unusual thing tonight, the beloved is cooking Sheera (sweet) for him.



- Shirazian