Verse is a more resemblant to the shades When your spectrum glimpsed or appeared to me And reveals in eyes of the flood my soul Crowned with bracelets of the crescent And in the bottom of myself visions get greened And trails with sublimity palm of fantasy And mix ignitions of green high lands With pains of streams and the hills
Overwhelmed me the pleasure when early starts on Persons of the love, stands before me Seeing when I mention Prophet Mohammad Yearning glows in all of the feelings Smelling odor breezing from the letters On embers dewed in my essay Purifying heart as long as it to be Beloved of Allah my business and concern As long as I look at him, I'm fortunated Secrets of the beauty and secrets of the love As long as I submit him my devotion I encircle every precious in whole of the life Me O Mustafa, is a lover slave Heading you, O Messenger in bad of the state
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