the spirit

Passion wet a heart with longing

And the most beautiful love in Iraq

She says surrounded by passion: I

I will ride the same Buraq for passion

To the one who filled me with passion

I closed my eyes with longing

For the essence of his love relieved worries

And from the same passion longing is polished

And my repressed heart drowns in love

And closeness saves it from the embrace

So how can the two distances embrace this

Imagination... no occurrence without meeting?

So how can the two distances embrace this

The impossible does not happen in division?

But some of what is far is near

And what is near is far in harmony

And I hope to see a market for love

To declare that the profit of longing remains

And I can console some of those who lost their passion

And because of their enslavement they became slaves

And does the love that drank longing suffer

And did not thirst for its taste?

And I was led to what my heart longs for

Are the longings of my most beloved companions?

My heart has been standing on it for a long time

Whoever stands on the heart meets love

And the greatest thing that ever befalls the heart

Forgetfulness on the path of longing

And the greatest thing that the heart sees is a lifetime

A gap of lost souls

And the greatest thing that the heart always lives

A longing that was fond of burning

And the greatest thing that the heart lives

A meeting of the soul after an agreement

If the heart does not beat with meaning

Then love flutters suffocating

So be a strong rope, O love

And be safe while you are imprisoned in chains

So be what forgetfulness has no share in... This longing is a protector