بخش 8 - بپا ای هم نفس باهم بنالیم

Come O! chum for a tie to weep and cry. A victim of ‘Beauty’are you and I.

Two words I would say in hearts parlance, By ‘Master’s’ feet let eyes go to trance.

To wise he gave less wealth and affluence, The duffer got lustres of raptures hence.

How lucky they were and lucky that age, When king’s door were open to a saint or page.

The world with four sides I have in arm‐pit, I have wrapped in this head the heavens’ wit.

Then I had to leave that topmost height, Like dust my wing’s lost that higher flight.

In this valley lies a lasting life new, This dust solves meanings’ with an arcane clue.

The Sages and Moses are side by side, There none would ever look a “Can’t see” slide.