Your curly hair is seduction of infidelity while your moon-face is piety, Glimpse it from the infidel's eye you'll then see bot as a source of blessing. In every moment like the Moon the venerated "bot" shows its face, Until the Arab symbols surfaced, the heart then hid its secrets.

إن كان حزني من أجلك يميتني كل لحظة، لا تميتني أنت.اترك الجميع يميتني، لكن لا تميتني أنت لاتضرب برجلك من طرحته أرضاولا تمت كذلك من صيرته حيا.

نحن من أولئك الذين يفرحون دون ذهب أو ثروات نحن هادئون فى ألالم وساكنون فى الخوف وألى آخر دورة الفلك، نحن فرحون بالاستسلام لاتظن أننا مثلك، فرحون نصف فرحة.

I died to the inorganic state and became endowed with growth, and then I died to vegetable growth and attained to the animal.I died from the animality and became Adam; why, then, should I fear? When have I become less by dying?At the next remove, I shall die to man, that I may soar and lift my head amongst the angels.And I must escape even from the state of the angel;everything is perishing except His Face.