Don't ever be heedless of us
If your heart hasn't had enough of us Please don't ever be heedless of us. We're snared by the flames of heart, making such a slaughtered bird of us. Vision is shedding tears of blood; each day we move a thousand times. Like a spring cloud you weep bitterly and the blood makes the soil muddy for us. In the end, which of your novice desires willy-nilly sicken your heart of us? Either become one with our suffering or detach the strings of love from us. Don't flee from us, even though there's been nothing but pain and disaster for us. Every pain breaks open the seal of talismans keeping the wealth from us. Attar isn't in this state just mad with love; he's is the sanity in us.