Dying, Laughing

Until you read "There is no god but Allah," you will not understand the path of this way.  
The story of a lover who recounts his services and loyalties to his beloved, the long nights of "their sides forsake their beds," his poverty, and the thirst of long days, saying, "I know no service other than this. If there is another service, guide me, for whatever you command, I will obey, whether it is to enter the fire like Khalil (Abraham) or to fall into the mouth of the sea whale like Yunus (Jonah), or to be killed seventy times like Jirjis (George), or to become blind from weeping like Shu'ayb (Jethro). The loyalty and sacrifices of the prophets are countless." And the beloved's response to him.  
That lover, in front of his beloved, recounted his services and deeds, saying, "For you, I have done this and that, I have taken arrows in this battle and spear."  
"Wealth is gone, strength is gone, and fame is gone. Because of my love for you, much misfortune has befallen me."  
"No morning found me asleep or smiling, no evening found me with head and possessions intact."  
He recounted in detail what he had drunk of bitterness and pain, not to boast, but to show a hundred witnesses to the sincerity of his love.  
For the wise, one hint is enough; for lovers, how can thirst be quenched by that?  
He repeated his words without weariness, saying, "How can a fish be satisfied with a hint of water?"  
He spoke a hundred words about that ancient pain, complaining that he had not spoken a single word.  
"What is the essence of love and loyalty? You have not done that; what you have done are its branches."  
The lover asked, "Tell me, what is that essence?" He replied, "Its essence is dying and non-existence."  
"You have done everything, but you have not died; you are alive. Come, die if you are a self-sacrificing lover."  
At that moment, he became long and gave up his soul, like a flower, he surrendered his head, smiling and joyful.  
That smile remained on him forever, like the soul and intellect of the knower without a liver.  
The light mixed with the moon cannot last forever if that light shines on both good and bad.  
He becomes pure from all and returns to the moon, like the light of intellect and soul towards God.  
The description of purity is dedicated to the light of the moon, even if it shines on impurities, it remains pure.  
From those impurities and pollution, the light does not gain any impurity.  
The light of the sun hears "Return," and quickly returns to its origin.  
No shame remains on it from the flowers, no color remains on it from the gardens.  
The light of the eye and the light of the eye returned, leaving the desert and plain in its longing.