No one knows of me, except for a few
thousand crimes and misdeeds, one of them I
know all of them, and my Sattar
is the crimes and ugliness of my deeds,
whatever I did, he took an unspoken sentence, he brought
obedience, he
took my name in the letter of the pure, I
was in Hell, I forgave him, Heaven
forgave him, all of them became crimes and sins,
my letter was white, and
I sighed on the black, when it became a rope, oh, I
wandered around hanging in the well, I
took that rope, and I came out,
happy, fat, and rosy
, I was in the bottom of the well, I am
not in two worlds, I am not in two worlds, now
well done to you, O God,
you have suddenly separated me from sorrow,
if the head of every hair becomes my hair, the tongue of
your gratitude does not come in
your expression in my soul, I do not have sorrow,
you are my faith, I am not lacking,
if your treatment is greater, my pain will increase,
if your love is my share, you are
madness, you are alone. You are my cause, You are the cause of me,
You are the Beneficent, I call me, Your
voice is a song,
Your words are love verses, I
worship You in prostration
when I sit on my head on my knees.
