Why?
Oh God, one cannot argue with you, but,
why did you throw us in the fire of love?
You formed us with your power, and water and clay.
Why did you create the moon-like beauties?
You made eyebrows into pens, and locks of hair into lassos.
You made sugar-water limpid from sweet lips.
If you wanted me not to become afflicted and degraded,
why did you create lovesick girls?
If you wanted submission and prayers,
you would not have given beauties coquetry and coyness.
If false love is a sin,
why did you make drunkard eyes drunk?
The moth would not burn if there is no candle.
The nightingale would not go mad if there is no flower.
If Layla did not rupture faith,
why should Majnun wander around the mountain and the desert?
I’m talking about your attributes and your essence.
I’m afraid, I cannot return from my inner heart.
From love’s fire, why did you put
troubled words on Mazun’s tongue?
(S99)