Where should we look for the home of the heart? One puff and so much heart!
Each hen hung a feather of its feathers around the neck of the bird so that when it reached the sun, it would bless its owner with feathers.
When the sun sat on its highest position in the sky at noon and became brighter every moment, the journey began:
He said that there are seven valleys on our way because you have passed seven valleys
In a moment, he remembered everything that happened to him before in the world of love. So he opened his wings. His gaze was only on Yar and his existence was full of his light; Targah’s thoughts are empty of everything that is not a friend, and the language is full of names after every wing:
Oh Aftab Hasan! Bro, Demi Zaber Kan is the shining face of my desire
And after every flapping of the tongue, he opens his tongue in praise: Ya Rahman, Ya Rahim, Ya Karim, Ya Azim. There was only love and a thousand names of Allah that flowed on his tongue one by one. What is the need to think and remember that the names were mixed with the particles of Targah’s existence and melted in the light of his lover’s heart: or Zalhamd and Sanaa, or Zalfakhr and Al-Baha, or Zalmajd and Al-Sanaa. Targah, lost in self-consciousness, drunk and listening to the zikr of ghazal singers, ascended the steps of Qala Wasal: or Rajai in case of calamity, or Munsi in case of fear, or Sahib in case of homelessness.
You have to become a life sentence to be worthy of life
If you are going to get drunk, get drunk, get drunk
With every step he took, Targah became more impatient to connect with his friend and more eager to see his progress. He didn’t have the patience for this secret while being discovered. His heart was surprised and his soul was crazy. How long to talk about camouflage and manifestation? Who was that eternal manifestation?
Lord, the knowledge of my sorrows, the watcher of my nightly mourning
The curtain is finally closed and my soul is burning more than this in my hidden curtain
Lost in the sea of amazement, all of a sudden, the saddle of the search was released
The heat and heat increased little by little, and Torjeh understood that the end of the road was near. He shook his tired wings harder and spoke the names with more enthusiasm: Ya Moin, Ya Amin, Ya Mobin, Ya Matin. Herm Jansouz could feel Yar on his feathers. The hot weather was getting hotter. It was burning, but not for him, whose holy names flowed on his tongue: either active, or false, or able, or perfect, and.
Targah got lost in the light. in the light of kind help that does not burn to destroy; but to remain He took another step: either light of light, or light of light, or light of light. One step to connect. last name what a glory His mind was empty of anything other than love, even of names! There was a sound of burning: or light of light. last name His mind is empty. His heart is full.
It was the way of light. He was a friend of light. It was the burning of light: or the light of light. Some!
This post is written by monese_ghamgosar