How long shall we be satisfied with the shapes and appearances of time?
How long shall we watch and smell existence?
I am tired of the materials and creatures of the present.
It’s time to see the Beauties of beauties.
But when I look at Him, I see my image;
And when I look at myself, I see His image.
I won’t grant your wishes until you abandon your desires.
I won’t give in until you accept my orders.
Stop your deceit, stop playing dead.
I swear on your head and soul that I won’t give myself until you die first.
[M(page 277 of original Divan); G.143, 40; F.1287; ?.1424]