Do not look at the garden of existence like a stranger; it is a thing worth looking at, look at it repeatedly.

You have come into the world like a spark, beware. Lest your ephemeral life may end suddenly, beware.

Granted that I am not worthy of your Sight; You should look at my zeal, and look at my perseverance.

If your eyes have been opened by the longing for Sight; look for the foot prints of the Beloved in every lane.