This is life, if you come to a stone

This is life, if you come to a stone

It gave birth to a rapture of rapture, as if it were the tongue of water knocking on it.
Tears welling up in the weeping eyelids, when the grains that you left are on top of them are a net.
From the comfort on a land of gold I imagined its surah from the surface of the cup
Then it grows cold from it on a flame, it becomes empty from it as good as the cup if it is mixed
A necklace of pearls or a ring of grain

(Alwawa Damascene)