THE BELOVED’S JUG
Life ended but we did not reach the place of the beloved,
The session was over but we did not see the face of the beloved.
The garden is thoroughly fragrant inspired by the scent of the beloved,
We searched everywhere but we did not smell of the beloved.
Whereve you go being bright by the face of the beloved,
The bat-like (blindly) we did not get towards the beloved.
The lover drunkards have had wine,
We did not have even a sip from the jug of the beloved.
Your and my ears won’t hear the description of the beloved’s face,
Otherwise, the world has nothing to talk except about the beloved.
Tell the wise that the beloved's face is apparent,
It is enough searching for the beloved.
The cup-beaner gives us wine from the beloved’s hand,
You too take it from the good hand of the beloved.