A Sigh of Grieving

Everyone has a taste for obedience, so they cannot refrain from it for a moment.  
That regret and pain were worth a hundred prayers; where is the prayer and where is the light of that devotion?  
The virtue of longing for the missed congregational prayer of that sincere one.  
One was going into the mosque, while people were coming out of it.  
He asked why the congregation was leaving the mosque so soon.  
Someone told him that the Prophet had completed the prayer with the congregation and finished his secret.  
Where are you going, O naive man, when the Prophet has already given the peace?  
He sighed, and smoke came out of that sigh; his sigh smelled of blood from the heart.  
One from the congregation said, "Give me that sigh, and I will give you my prayer."