I have hated those who hate, and I adore one
Of the crusaders that fought against my foe;
My heart, aflame and on fire, is redder than any red,
Its quarters are exact and plentiful of beauty.
I entered heaven with love at my toes,
Gates will spring from nowhere as the death is pale.
My stammering is achieved by the universe,
My shutting of the senses is for the sayings of youth,
My applause comes from the one who loves the world.
I have made whole the perching stone or bird or spirit,
Illuminating the cosmos from where the desire is;
I have hated the hole and heaven, but they give me respite,
Respond then to the call of the beloved,
A thousand months will die before the years have ended.
I entered the heaven as I saw the love it engineered,
In the blank space filling the cosmos, the universe of traits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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