O your face, the Kaaba, the strength of the soul is like a candle of sorrow, I have burned, O soul of the world , take off the veil and show your face to the lover so that he can crack the cloak of my soul until my face becomes my Qibla on you, O soul of the world, I know the Kaaba and the Qibla of the sign with your face towards the Qibla, it is not possible to be the Qibla of the mold, and that Qibla of the soul of any happy thing that you assume in the world was a substitute except the souls .One hour of love is worth a hundred worlds, a hundred lives are sacrificed for love, O soul
