I bear witness that your shadow touched the string of the lute | Thoughts Hub

I bear witness that your shadow touched the string of the lute, so the shepherd got high in his lost and forgot the village, and his flock was suddenly guided to a lost paradise.

I bear witness that your voice is drenched with wine that flows from a spring in Paradise. That is why the trees, the river, and the migratory birds become intoxicated, and good deeds grow like grass in their notebooks, and virtue follows them like destinies.

I testify that you have a supplication on every mountain that a lover raises in his channel or a cloud bears in her departure, and I testify that you have a share from every slope to which the souls of the saints flock.