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| I Am a Universe Full Of Secrets, I Won't Tell Or Share Anything With You ! #Awesomeshake |
I
was sitting at your door hoping your generosity & your blessings might open
it and invite me in. O Beautiful Sheen,
the one on whose face hundreds of sparks of mercy's light and kindness shine, my
soul is overwhelmed at your door from the smell of musk and ambergris. I am drunk
my head is dizzy I have nothing to do with others' business I don't even care
if the world Turns upside down as long as your love lasts forever. Your Love
claps his hands, Creating new universes and new centuries beyond the sky, out
of the great emptiness. Sheen My Love,
smile like a rose, your looks are similar to that beautiful universal
intelligence, Catch the sun and put it into a sack, and I am your guest today.
I am the drunk of your smiling face. I swear to God, my Heart leaves me if I
mention your face. Is there any roof besides yours? Any name besides your name?
O Sheen The sweet and beautifully-mannered Cup-bearer, There is no cup but yours.
I will grab you and beg for your help, if I find an awakened Soul. I wish I
could sleep so that I could see your face in a dream. Sheen listen to me, he is gathered at your door. Get out stagger
along I am out of myself, I am drunk because of Heart-catching, drunken eyes. See
the bloody tears, my torn shirts by your grief. Listen to this yelling and
screaming. Look at the blood of my lungs which smeared all over my face, my
back, my front. The one who sees your face runs from town to town and becomes
mad. Don't prevent me from seeing you don't make me blind. The blood runs like
a torrent to the shore of the sea of Soul. It merges with the sea and the ones
who know the sea forget everything else so one astonished river runs smoothly. "God
is the only one able to change one condition to the other." Keep your
blind trust upon him.
Sheen
you rise like a sun and falls in
Love with the poor, please do a favour for him. The rose has passed out of him after
seeing you and suddenly torn his dress and petals to pieces. The harp begins to
cry after hearing your harp and bends its head down in shame. I can’t sing
better than you. What kind of flute could I play? She puts her lips to mine to
learn new tunes with just a little hope. All the sugar canes keep swaying. You
give the kingdom to whomever you please, he also wants to rise in your love, and the harp is not good
without you. The reed flute is engulfed in grief, I want to take you in my arms
& love you unconditionally. The tambourine says, "Hit, hit my face so
I may become more valuable." Make this Heart, Which has broken to pieces and
been scattered around. Well drunk, so that it can find today the things it lost
yesterday. Sheen my love, from now
on it’s a pity to stay sober. I made an oath to Almighty that I would not
mention your name when I'm sober & don't bring any more proof. Either give
me wine of love or talk to me like one who found you through grace.
Who cares if death comes and grabs my being? I'll
welcome death. If I have hundreds of lives I'll give them all. I'll ascend
first to the sky then with joy to the land of Nothingness. I'll say this to Awesomeshake,
"You took away all my patience, all my decisions. You should have come
sooner." You snatch the stars from the moon and carry them off piece by
piece. Sometimes you take away the baby sucking milk and Sometimes you take away
the nanny, are you okay? I have a Heart like the earth and it pulls huge mountains. Why
should I be loaded with straw? I am a
man who moves mountains save me from this barn. Every hair in my body has
become a lion but I'm tired of dead wishes. I am flour not a grain, Why did I
come to the mill? Grain was born from an ear of corn and goes to the mill. Yet
I am not the son of an ear of corn I was born from the moon and my place is not
the mill. No, no, moonlight also reflects the mill through the window. But it
returns to the moon not the bakery store. If I was a friend, with my mind I
would tell you more. But be silent now so that the wind in the air won’t hear these
secrets.
- Shirazian
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