Ocean Love

Foxes, abandon this cunning breath, devote your heart to the lords of the heart.  
In the lion's protection, the kebab is not lacking, foxes, do not rush towards the carcass.  
You, heart, will be seen by the Truth when you turn from the part to the whole.  
The Truth says our gaze is on the heart, not on the form, which is water and clay.  
You say I also have a heart, but the heart is above the throne, not below.  
In dark clay, there is certainly water, but from that water, you cannot wash your hands.  
Because if there is water, it is dominated by clay, so do not call your own heart a heart.  
The heart that is higher than the heavens is the heart of the saints or the prophet.  
It has been purified from clay, becoming clear, it has increased and become complete.  
It has abandoned clay and come to the sea, freed from the prison of clay, it has become oceanic.  
Your boasting deprives you, abandon that assumption and enter into me.  
The water of clay wants to go to the sea, but the clay holds the water's foot and pulls it.  
If it frees its foot from the clay's grip, the clay remains dry, and it becomes independent.  
What is that pulling of water from clay? Your attraction to pure wine and drink.  
Likewise, every desire in the world, whether wealth, status, or bread,  
Each of these makes you intoxicated, when you do not find it, your hangover strikes.  
This hangover of sorrow is evidence that your intoxication was with that lost thing.  
Take from these only as much as necessary, so they do not become dominant and rule over you.  
You boasted that you are the owner of the heart, needing no other, you have arrived.  
Just as water boasts in clay, saying I am water, why should I seek help?  
You imagined this polluted thing to be your heart, thus you took your heart from the people of the heart.  
Do you consider it right that this should be the heart, which is in love with milk and honey?  
The grace of milk and honey is a reflection of the heart, every pleasure derives its joy from the heart.  
Thus, the heart is the essence and the world is the accident, how can the shadow of the heart be the heart's purpose?  
The heart that is in love with wealth and status, or is subdued by this clay and black water,  
Or the fantasies that in its darkness it worships for conversation,  
Is not the heart other than that sea of light, the heart is God's viewpoint, then blind.  
Not the heart among hundreds of thousands of special and common, in one, which one is that?  
Leave the fragment of the heart, seek the heart, so that fragment becomes like a mountain from it.  
The heart is the ocean in this realm of existence, scattering gold from kindness and generosity.  
From the greeting of the Truth, greetings are scattered upon the chosen people of the world.  
Whoever has a proper hem and capacity, that heart's scattering reaches that person.  
Your hem is that need and presence, do not place in your hem that stone of immorality.  
So that your hem is not torn by those stones, so you know the genuine from the colors.  
You filled your hem with stones from the world, also with stones of silver and gold like children.  
From the illusion of silver and gold, since it was not gold, your hem of truth was torn and sorrow increased.  
How can stones appear as stones to children until reason grabs their hem?  
The elder of reason came, not that white hair, hair does not fit in this fortune and hope.