Due to her going I must tear off my garment, To what incentive can I cure the heart's pain.
Tuesday, December 03, 2019 12:26
The wailings that due to the Beloved's sorrow I heave, Is the sigh which from the burning heart I am crying.
Tuesday, December 03, 2019 12:20
Now that to me the tavern’s door is closed, It had better my own sorrow to the wine-seller will be told.
Monday, November 04, 2019 02:35
Of the interests of the deceptive we are unaware, Of the sages we are unaware.
Sunday, November 03, 2019 02:20
As soon as from the existent world into non-existence we crawled, We heartily cut off from everything but the beloved.
Saturday, November 02, 2019 02:14
We are love-born and pain increasing, With the claimant hermit of the mosque, we are fighting.
Saturday, November 02, 2019 02:06
We are the lover’s creation and the cup’s adopted son, We are perfect in sacrificing and being drunkard for the beloved.
Friday, November 01, 2019 02:30
Saturday, October 19, 2019 10:16