Joy of the heart

I hit my hand with my palm

When I confessed my weakness today

As if I were a flower begging me

And if the moth wanted to sip me

As if I were feathers threatening me

A wind begging a shake to make me fall

As if I were a pomegranate feeding me

A bird came asking to pick me

Until I bridled my horse

It rushed wildly so I held it with what I added

But when it became clear to me

What longing it was hiding

I let it run but it refused

To go to a goal in the cave

I told him my desire so he told me

That the paths do not see my end

So I thought it was a lie and scolded him

But the extent of my scolding was of no use

And I asked him not to disappoint me

While I wanted to crawl

And when he saw my pride he began

to cry... And I asked him about kindness

So he turned and I went away from him and she said:

My friend, my hoof has become hot From me

So I answered her: Laziness upon laziness

She said: Does he fulfill his promises?

As if I am deaf and dumb

And I say: Treachery is not denied

So when she rested and got tired

She said: I have an illness, so who will cure it?

I said the gentlemen did not appreciate that

She said: The medicine is not enough

And I asked her, she said: I have news

The joy increased... My sadness went out

I insisted, she said to me: I gave birth

A sun whose radiance cannot be described

And with it a lost soul returned