This is a directional reflection of its shadow
fasting on paths of passion and abandonment
In which purity is exempt from it
Leaves the dust of time for the dictation
Narrated by the eyes of love
whenever you take it
Dunk Mirage of easy broken waves
or have gone in the path of the sweethearts,
Careful you see it like not leading
Even in the free soil will find a good pall
And when the time of God is gone,
He will give