THE BELOVED'S SMELL

THE BELOVED'S SMELL

The wailings that due to the Beloved's sorrow I heave,

Is the sigh which from the burning heart I am crying.

The wailings that due to the Beloved's sorrow I heave,

Is the sigh which from the burning heart I am crying.

Tell the bewitching Beloved: Take up the veil,

For due to the disunion of your moon-like face I am suffering.

Let Mansoor's cry reaches the friend,

On the gallows among the rose-cheeked I am crying.

Oh cup-bearer, pour the wine into my cup that the separation of the Beloved,

Is a heavy burden as an impediment I am carrying.

You said that a friend opens the door to a friend,

This is the new yearning I am deeply suffering.

Don't underestimate the Magian elder's cottage,

The fragnance of the Beloved from there I am smelling.

Who is the wayfarer looking for in this course?

To the alley and into the markert the Beloved I am pulling.

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