Forgive me, my Lord, for the words on this paper,But the fault is yours, for making this masterpiece.You shaped her so beautiful, dreamy, like an echo,To punish our minds and our feelings.
You made them a masterpiece in body and head,Poured their waterfall hair out by the measure.You painted their lips with aroma and mustLike the beautiful wine of the vineyard in August.
Then you shout at us, you scold us severely,Every boy who brings his hand near them,The maiden you made, like a brimming glass,Can she stay unemptied and unkissed?
But you tell me, the hand is a sin,It is like a wolf, or a monster,When you created them, with beauty and taste,Your creation, Lord, leads us into sin.
The little glass filled with foaming feeling,Stands before me as if it were a river,And her graces flow by day and by night,For me, oh Lord, is there no sin?
Whenever she walks by, swaying her beautyIn a spring symphony, sweet and endless,Does she not scatter into our thirsty soulsUndissolved longing and love?
When the little apple ripens, my Lord, it must be picked,Every law, every Quran must instantly be broken,For if autumn passes, the fruits begin to fall,The fruit loses its beauty and its taste.
For every day, my Lord, has its blooming,If you do not taste it, then you start to cry...The tree wears a dress, flowers and fragrance,Announcing that spring is coming after it...
So too the maiden, opens and blossoms,Her beauty begins to be heard everywhere,In her golden eye, in her voice like a note,“Look at me, please,” she tells you from afar.
Why did you give the flower its fragrance,Why did you paint her lips and her cheeks?It is understood, so our bee of a gazeWill chase after color, against all judgment.
And again you made a mistake, honorable Lord,So my mind is telling you with all its soul;When you let the bee of the gaze roam free,Why do you bind the soul and love in oaths...
The greedy eye wanders through flowers and leaves,It strikes and dissolves the soul and the feeling.When the soul sees the bee, which never settles down,It gets dizzy, worried, and loses its mind.
Therefore forgive me, this too is a sin,The soul and the eye cannot stay together...When one wanders, lingering after flowers,The other wastes away from envy and worry...
When I reach out my lip, you tell me, wrong!When I want to kiss her, you tell me, it’s a crime!Then please tell me, in all your awareness,Did you not give me lips to taste the flavor?
Do not drink beauty like wine, you tell me,In the lake of her eyes I find no peace.Awake and asleep, I find no comfort,Tell me please, is this not a punishment?
Is it not a punishment on the other hand too,When you make a masterpiece so wonderful?You load it with apples, with beautiful fruit,Then you speak, you shout, they must not be picked!
Do you forget that the tree caresses and growsAll that burden with only one hope,That someone will go, will pass by it,To offer its fruits for them to gladly eat.
After them you create the Gospel and the Quran,You curse the sin, then you issue the decree.All the sinners, with boys and with girls,You cast them all out of paradise.
Here you are right, because it must be so,The truth demands to be spoken openly,Because today the young have understood,The day of paradise must be tasted here.
The beautiful little day shows itself in the morning,When the sun casts light on the dewy flower,So all this creation must be enjoyed,I have no reason to suffer, waiting for paradise.
When I am thirsty I want to drink the whole spring,I do not care if you give your blessing or not,For the waters of age flow with a rush,And the water that leaves does not return to the spring...
I will squeeze the must of feeling from the maidenI have no reason to suppress my soul in chains.For wine turns sour and its value is lostIt goes wild and breaks its own jug.
Still I have reason that I am no sinnerFor seeking feelings, to give and to take,For if I do not give myself to lucky girls,Do I not commit a sin against them too?
Do they not want the spring of feeling,To flow sweetly into the root of the tree,The wind of the kiss to weave through their leavesSo their bodies tremble and come to life?
I will become a bee, to wander all the flowers,To take and give them pollen with care.Does a passing bee truly commit a sin,And does the beautiful flower not, when she invites him?
She unfurls her colors, her scents, her petals,And casts her gaze faaaaar... from the mountains,I say the action is understood very easily,She invites the beautiful bees to come upon her.
The bee is not to blame for rushing in haste,Is the flower not to blame too, my great Lord?I once heard the old man speak;The bee and the flower cannot live without each other.
When the blooming flower walks down the streetDoes she not provoke with her colors and scent?Whenever she measures the road with her step,Does she not call and invite us to fall into sin?
What am I saying too on this summer evening,All of life is a volcano in a pot.From the fire in them, and the boiling wave,Both the vessel and the food inside it burn...
I value, oh Lord, the creation and the Gospel,But inside them I also see the whim,Therefore I have decided, the paradise I have,To enjoy it, to play and light it up like a chandelier!
Why should I leave the fruits I have in my sackThinking that tomorrow I will eat them in paradise.Better today, I ate and was full,For tomorrow the promises might be in vain.
It is not the same, my true Lord,Better I go full myself into that life.Then where you put me, in paradise or hell,That then, my Lord, bothers me little...
But even for there I have many demands,I want you to put me near a meadow.To put my head near a spring,To see when your beauties drink water.
True, I will be deep, covered with earth,Though the eye is extinguished, it does not see outside,I want to hear their footsteps when they runI will imagine their beauty and their taste.
And beneath the grace of their walking, like a light breeze,Sleep overcomes me and I rest in peace.When the voice of the spring flows a thousand wordsIt seems I am awake, it seems I am alive.
I do not need positions, my dear Father,Feeling and beauty I hold sacred,I do not want castles built with stone,Monetary values I never wanted.
The only true castle in the worldIs the castle of the soul, the heart says this.Therefore, my Father, if I made mistakes,In the long course of my whole life,
If I kissed, caressed, appropriately or not,Without getting or asking for your opinion,I pray you forgive me, I pray you hear me,In my faults you too will have a hand.
Since the day you made the apple and Eve,You made Adam, you made the spring too,You told them not to eat the fruit you created,Without realizing it, you didn't see, you punished them!
Feeling, love, have their own paths,They do not ask about morals, they do not ask about laws,And even if they didn't eat, Lord, I beg you,Still the two of them would not be happy!
They would die thirsty, eaten by worry,The wolf does not know the trap is set...Hunger and thirst push him toward the sheepfold,Though he knows the shepherd's dogs well...
Forgive me, Lord, for breaking the Gospel,Pull the thread of my thoughts today,Remove me from paradise, unregister me if you want,Erase me from the list with an eraser if you wish!
It doesn't bother me much, I make mistakes myself,Because in mistakes I find my paradise,I do not like laws, I do not care,Forgive the mistakes if you want, punish me if you wish...
Forgiveness does not matter, nor does repentance,What matters is feeling, kissing and tasting,And though outside paradise, heavily punished,What matters is that the apple is bitten...
With this, my Lord, are we understood?
