Nobody Reaches To Lord Until Leaving The Rest
Nobody reaches to lord until leaving the rest
Tresaure of heart can't be opened until it is the pure cleanest
Extract the mundane from the tongue so Lord manifests
Until it is flourished, Sultan will not settle to palace
Perceivers of the secret of dying before death
Have seen judgement day before the trumpet blowed
Face of Lord's house has been circumamblated by lovers
Without house of Mamur at the sky and Kaaba at the earth
Shemsi burns continously at a strange sorrow
Wants to content Lord without being hated by public
Written By Shemseddini Sivasi
Translation Onur Ünlü
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