Only the eyes must vanish, neither harm must arise,
Nor should grief touch the heart harder than He.
For what is in the heavens is the heartiness,
Opening a love through the eyes, conversing in bounties.
Death imitates many splendours, but life cancels nothing,
As love and hate are two separate boundaries of the will.
My love is your love, and your love streams through the grasses,
Through the waters of tranquility and felicity, both reign there.
Only the ears are meant for listening, sounds entail other voices,
Chirps, growls and whistles, only those who whisper are the maddened.
For falsity is bound to perish, truth is a stagnant pond with much purity,
Open your eyes and behold a majestic science, an all-powerful realm.
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