Do not be wise among lovers

Especially in the love of such a sweet-faced one

May the wise be far from the lovers

May the smell of the furnace be far from the morning breeze

If a wise man enters, say there is no way

And if a lover enters, a hundred welcomes

While reason plans and thinks

Love has already gone to the seventh heaven

While reason seeks a camel for the pilgrimage

Love has already gone to Mount Safa

Love came and seized my mouth

Saying: Pass beyond poetry and rise above poets