It is we who, like a tulip in the desert of Medina,Bear in our heart the scar of longing for Medina.
Passionate longing for Paradise may disappear from
the wiseman's head, but
It is not possible that the passionate longing for Medina should leave him...
The Tuba tree that has lifted its head on the apex of the Throne
Is only a branch from the garden-adorning palm tree of Medina.
When you eat dates, kiss their kernels, for
The kernels of the dates of Medina are the beads of the angels' rosary!
Jami
