freedom of conscience

A dove lived and sang a chirp

Freedom of passion if it were free from the cage

As if it was woven from

Her love would not have become visions of tales, but when it rang, it saw the dreams approaching

How can the station of love approach when it is far away?

And whenever she resolved, hope prevented her

And she did not find opportunities for closeness

And whenever she approached what had an effect

She did not find a share that would satisfy passion

And whenever she passed by the beloved's house, she could not

Know the effects through the tales

Until when she reached what she hoped for

She saw it as the most perfect thing with no deficiency in it

And she asked everyone she met and saw

She drank from the crowd of sorrows of passion

The dove did not want anything other than what she hoped for

But she hoped for it, and she is not disobedient