A wall must pass through a door, a more beautiful door must be passed, the air of the soul must be revived, the fairy face of the heart must be passed through until it comes to itself, it must be thought of itself, it sits in the heights and takes root, it is a
mountain, and alas, I saw your straw, the saddle of the catastrophe has been neglected from time to time, today when I became aware of the dignity of your existence, I saw that you are a destination and I am your path. I saw, O boiling spring, O beautiful Tahir, I saw the unclean drop at the bottom of your well , for the sake of worship that the heart did not prostrate itself , it is a shame that I saw you with my selfish eyes.
