Again, the announcer made an instrument and in my tongue the hadith of the beginning of the time so that I could hear my own instrument with my own ear to see who is the secret of my tongue, who is the speaker of my tongue, who is this me, who is the speaker of such a hand, or someone else is indoctrinating me, this is me, my lord, this is my Lord, this is my speech, or who am I, like my skin, the speaker, the sweet witty brain, my drinker, who are you, O speaker from my lips, who are you , the desired story. It is as if, say that you are saying something good, say that the passers-by of the saddle of the drunken winds should be drunk, the self-worshippers of the truth should worship the truth, the market of love has warmed up... Strange love, madness within madness , piety and beauty clasped together, pain and patience burned together with construction, came to the side of hardship, with the endurance of the companion of the pampered lover and the need of love, the kind of virginity and satisfaction of the lover, inevitably struck the tent of unparalleled love in the space of the property of that lover.
