Rumi gates are lucky
The stones apart from dry heat
Who can spell the lucky prize?
Son of soul now he can rise
All under the sun there are prayers for one
Under the rays you know you are safe with one
Light my face just for one look
Maybe I’ll change faces for the truth
And can the strange face alter our look?
Bring happiness for you by the book of truth?
I forget what is meant by dual floors
I made paint a recent blue gateway for the book of truth, which I find to be
void, in search of the repressed life now destroyed
Alone again, until I send celestial requests