If your lips do not deserve my words, break my mouth with a heavy stone.
When a child speaks nonsense, a caring mother pierces his lips with a needle to teach him.
Burn and tear apart hundreds of mouths and worlds for the honor of your lips.
A thirsty person smokes on the sea's shore, not realizing the wave's sword will cut his neck.
I am a servant of the lily because your garden's sight made the narcissus ashamed and speechless.
But I am like a drum; when you strike me, I cry out for you to pound my face like a mortar.
Do not let go of me while the music is warm; pull your hem away from this world of disgrace.
Indeed, eyes are intoxicated by the garden of meaning, but the nightingale's song is delightful in the garden.
If Joseph's naked appearance is more beautiful, eyes will not open unless with a garment.
Although the sun's radiance is the essence of the soul, no human has reached that sky without a body.
Be silent, for if the washer of the dead closes my mouth, you will hear this melody from my grave after death.