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I began a letter with a hundred thoughts, I took up the pen and opened the paper. From my fiery sighs, the letter was burning, From the heat of the letter, my hand and pen were burning. From my tears, a world was hit by a tempest, A universe of fire was breathed from my soul. At times, the fire would rise to the sky, At times, the earth became a sea from my tears. Between water and fire, your servant, How can he write a letter to you? But the pupil of my eye, may God forgive it, Wrote this desired script with the heart's blood. It mixed the black ink with the blood of the eye, And wrote the entire letter with the tip of the eyelashes. The words are elevated like golden water, Because the reflection of my face is cast upon it. All its meaning is like pearls, Because my eye scatters pearls over it. May God forgive the pupil of my eye, which constantly Sat under the veil without your face. It does not come out from under the veil, Dressed in black and sitting in blood. Like a tulip, the path to blackness is blocked, Sitting between blood and darkness. Contented, it went under the veil, Consuming all bloody fluid and fatty water. I spoke in error, it has not consumed fatty water, For without you, it has not reached out for it. My heart cooked a hundred desires in the skull, So that it cooked a fatty water without a companion. Since you were not present, it remained bewildered, And poured all the fatty water onto my face. It cannot consume a single fatty water without you, Becoming like a fish on a frying pan without you. Do not practice your self-seeking cruelty and tyranny, See loyalty and humanity in my eye. You finally took the arch of my heart as your place, Come at last to the arch of the pupil of my eye, So that it may bring a fatty water before you, And consume its own fatty water in your presence. From the saltiness of my soul, O my bedfellow, My fatty water has much salt. If you make a single charge toward me, You will bring salt to that fatty water as I do. I spoke in error, you are the king of the age, You have no care for our fatty water. If a beggar makes a fatty water, When would a king come as his guest? If you desire, leave the fatty water, I will make kebab out of my heart for you, O devourer of liver. You are the beloved piece of my liver, you have a piece of my heart, Consume the heart as well, since you are a blood-drinker. May God forgive the pupil of my eye, which constantly Sat without you in the scale of blood. Do not you know that with this scale of blood, Drowned in blood, what coin does it weigh now? If it has the coin of life fittingly, Take much of it from my share. Since this scale found a stream of blood from the heart, It found thousands of bloody threads more. Now it has the scale and the threads of blood, It holds a scale smeared in blood. Since this scale found its tongue from the heart, It is constantly in the eye like the eyebrow. Since it makes so many springs of blood, What does it weigh with it, and how does it do so? If my eye were not filled with pearls of blood, I would weigh it once more on the eyebrow. If this celestial spring showed less, It would be a remedy that could weigh against you. Since it acts as a spring, it has no weight, What scale is this that brings no weight? Since I rain thousands of springs from my eye, I sow all your seeds in the soil of the heart. From this spring of blood, a hundred branches grow for me, It would not be right if they fell upon the dust. I sow the soil of the heart upon that spring, If water rises to the top, I will rain it. When my harvest is ripe, I will turn it with the cold wind I have breathed. Thousands of grains will make their way to my eye, From that harvest, chaff will reach me. To you, my farming seems like a myth, But to me, chaff and grain come from this crop. Always from this ground and spring on the path, I will have both grain and chaff. Since I am always at the head of this field, Sit comfortably, for I have no leaves. May God forgive the pupil of my eye, which constantly Sat without you amidst the thorns of the eyelashes. It does not come out from under the thorns, With a blackened head and sleeping in blood. Being under the thorns and blood is because The leaf of your red rose is hidden from it. Since there is no rose, it conforms to the thorns, Since there is no joy, it conforms to grief. From my own eye, without the rose petal of your face, I distilled much rosewater out of my desire for you. Harvested roses from the narcissus-vase of my eye, Elashes appearing like a pipe on the door. Fire from the heart reached upwards, Rosewater dripped from the pipe onto the gold. Rosewater sprang from my eye with a hundred burnings, For the scent of a heart-brightening guest like you. What if you illuminate a ruined corner, So that it may sprinkle rosewater on your face? It waters your path from the eye so much, That you cannot pass through this path in a hurry. May God forgive the pupil of my eye, which constantly Sat like a water-lily in the midst of water. Since it is a water-lily without the sun, It is under the water in the hope of an acquaintance. If it receives warmth from the sun of your face, It will bring its head out of the water like a water-lily. It will bring water out of the sea of the chest, Making it like a mirror in the eye. One can see many fairies in the glass, It seeks you in the glass like a fairy. Are you a pearl or a fairy, O intoxicated houri, Who seeks you constantly in the water? Like a fish without food and without sleep, It has no life for a moment without water. My eye turns from head to toe, Seeking a pearl from the sea of my eye. You are hidden like a pearl of the sea, You do not appear from under the water. You are free of me, having taken the world, I am the diver of the sea, holding my breath. If you do not pull me out from this depth of the ocean, I will die in this sea in misery. May God forgive the pupil of my eye, which a hundred times Sunk headfirst into this sea. It has much burning from the heart in this sea, Therefore, like a waterman, it is upon the water. It did all the diving in the sea of blood, It went into the blood and raised its head out of the blood. It brought out a pearl from the sea of my heart, And brought it up to the head from my tear-shedding eye. It pierced its pearl with the tip of the eyelashes, And poured it like rain on the dust from its door. So that you might come before me for some task, You would have no dust on my path. May God forgive the pupil of my eye, which from this burning, Seeks an acquaintance from the sea night and day. Since the sea of my heart is full of waves of blood, Who knows how it is for it in this sea? In this sea, it saw many wonders, I will count them all to you, listen. When the sea drowned its heart's beloved, Its soul came to the lip from the sea. As it cried out 'O Lord' in the sea, From the sea, it saw dryness, but on the lip. As it sought many pearls from the sea, It came back with a head from the sea, but disgraced. As it sought a choice pearl from that sea, It found a hundred pearls from the sea, but tears. When in this sea, the sweet heart left the body, It went out of the sea, but the heart from me. When you found that pearl, it showed out of envy, The pearl of tear went to the desert from the sea. When in this sea, the thirsty-lipped drowned, He passed from the sea, but from the surface of the water. When your companion sunk into the sea, He did not rescue his soul from the sea, but only your grief. May God forgive the pupil of my eye, which constantly Has its hand of blood upon my face. Since my face has no rosy hue, It does not keep my face without blood for a moment. So that it may bring a red face before you, It washed it with the blood of my eye, I do not say this. I remained in wonder at the pupil of my eye, That when I caused a hundred springs of blood to flow, How does it remain alive in this burning, When blood-shedding is its work night and day? Since it does such work from the heart, It turns much of my dust into mud with blood. Perhaps you will come to the neighborhood of weakness, And your foot will remain in the mud for a moment. May God forgive the pupil of my eye, which now Turns the beads of blood from the casket. Since it consumed the heart's blood and abandoned life, It rolled thousands of dice made of blood. It takes omens with the bead, hoping that It will bring it out of mourning by abandoning exile. If it turns a hundred beads on this omen, All will fall upon my face immediately. If once a 'six-five' comes up, A moment of freedom from grief and pain will come to it. It will finally take a side from this 'six-door', And all its affairs will find stability. Since the heart became the sanctuary for the king of your love, May God forgive the pupil of my eye, may God forgive. For on the roof of the sanctuary, like a watchman, It beats the watchman's stick with the eyelashes at every moment. In the shape of a watchman, it has no rest, Beating the watchman's stick with the eyelashes on this roof. If it beats the stick, it is because it is a Hindu, It is no wonder that a Hindu is a watchman. Dressed in black like your eyebrow, It is black indeed because it is your Hindu. It cooked much melancholy in the skull, It came black-faced from the kitchen toward the door. It became black because it submitted without you, So that its blood fell upon the face without you. It became black because it looked without your face, From this shame, it blackened its own face. Therefore, it girded its loin in the robe of mourning, Because without your face, the world is black to it. It became black since it opened its sight without you, My heart has placed its brand upon it from this grief. Since my state was ruined by its water, I set much fire in it and it became black. From the fire of the heart, burning fell into it, It became black when the day set upon it. Lest you say of a pearl...