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I do not know me, who am I, what is the world, what is the afterlife? who is speaking, who makes me speak, what is love, what is passion? what is wine, what is a cupbearer, what is madness, what is leyla? no one can comprehend, what is this world of things? what is the cause that you take up on the path of your friend without dying, asking for blood with a dry cry in the silence of a rose? the fire of love wanders around searching, the desire to give your life to a friend, what does abstinence know? if you have put on the chain of love and become crazy, harassing people, what is complaining about you? if you have become acquainted with the mysteries of many calamities, your aim is only consent, what is lofty heaven? It becomes manifest like the sun, Whoever has the lights of love, It should burn openly, What is the secret to the lovers? Let no one set foot needlessly in the market of love, The sun is burning from the lowliness of the sky, What is the moth to you?