the tongue of the heart

As long as i
Does not swear allegiance to the hand of annihilation,
The tongue of the heart is deprived of the prayer of love,
Eyes want to see nothing but a face,
So for centuries again on the eyes,
The door of bestowal does not open,
No other scene opens within a scene,
This is the path on which,
In the dust of fidelity when the tears of Hajj come down,
So the word unskilled gets the gift of pain,
There is only one night of recitation,
But who knows until then,
Let the demand disappear,
Let the soul know the great name of annihilation.

Kallar kahar