That calligrapher you wrote three kinds of scripts: one you read it,
no one else, you
read it both him and someone else, neither
he nor anyone else, that third line is me, I am the third line, read me, read me, your
words,
you are all easy and abstinent, your words are
narrowed, the field of your selfs words is untied, take
me to the meaning, come before the speech, read
me, read me, the third line is in you, I am
lost in my own field. Eternity or eternity, read
me that the story of my confusion
is on the lips of the thirsty, confused and dizzy, my thirst is always everywhere,
where have I been, I have reached my
damn captive, I have yet reached God,
why everything I made was destroyed one by one
, why was the hadithMy question was unanswered,
I have become the lock of the riddle, the key to it is in the hands of the one
who wrote me, what is my stay in this reading, read
me that the story of the story of the confusion I
am on the lips of the thirsty, confused and dizzy, I am tired of thirst,
O you are always everywhere, where have I been, I have reached
my damn captive, I have still reached God,
why everything I made was destroyed one by one
, why was the hadithMy question unanswered,
I have become the lock of my riddle, who holds the key to it?
O you who have written me, what is it that I have read?
