Your disappearance wins trust,
For the Lord puts your soul to rest;
Your disappearance was a reality,
All due to rationality and opening the sacred book.
Passions stay after the two gates are opened,
One gate to Heaven and the other to Hell.
Totally lovely, the one who wins his sun and pool
Is also loveable, and he carries more greatness.
Hell owns his opponents, patience remains,
Thoughts fall down in Paradise, keeping complaints;
But passion in Heaven stays and confines the reposed,
For honey is a suitable substitute for pain.
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I would like to translate this poem