He liked to be known and created the universe,
If humans are the fruits of the universe,
The Creator who encases a tree within a seed,
Why would one not wish to know?
In the artistry of existence, in the reflection in the mirror,
One marvels, yet why not yearn to love the Maker?
Adam befriends, but
How can he not wonder about the True Beloved?
Humans become lost in the colors of the world,
Attached so strongly that they never wish to depart,
A person who sees with worldly eyes becomes blind,
If they don’t regret, no one has the power to save them.
