Between two cousins, a marriage was arranged,

Two suns, with noble lineage, shone forth.

One was extremely fortunate,

The other was rebellious and wayward.

One had the charm and grace of the family,

The other faced the wall in silence.

One adorned himself with elegance,

The other wished for death from God.

The elders of the village seated the boy,

‘If you have no love for him, give him yours.’

He laughed and said, ‘For a hundred sheep,

Deception does not bring freedom from the chains.’

The fairy-faced one peels the skin with a nail,

For who can endure such pain for a friend?

Not a hundred sheep, but three hundred thousand,

Should be offered to see the face of my beloved.

Whatever occupies you from your beloved,

If you seek truth, it is He who can relieve you.

Someone in a state of madness wrote,

‘Do you wish for hell or heaven?’

He replied, ‘Do not ask me about this matter,

I desire whatever he desires for me.’