Every Day I Bear A Burden

Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose: I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring. Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body; Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince; Though my shop and house be laid waste, I bear it in fidelity to a tulip bed. God's love is a very strong fortress; I carry my soul's baggage inside a fortress. I bear the arrogance of every stonehearted stranger for the sake of a friend, of one long-suffering; For the sake of his ruby I dig out mountains and mine; for the sake of that rose-laden one I endure a thorn. For the sake of those two intoxicating eyes of his, like the intoxicated I endure crop sickness; For the sake of a quarry not to be contained in a snare, I spread out the snare and decoy of the hunter. He said, "Will you bear this sorrow till the Resurrection?" Yes, Friend, I bear it, I bear it. My breast is the Cave and Shams-e Tabrizi is the Companion of the Cave.