The Heart, the Office of all Desires!
Engulf in a lonely vicinity,
Familiarity with pains and regrets,
Memories and tears all nights.
What a lonely vicinity to live!
There are thorns, some flowers angry with me,
I had been punished for being confused through these thorns,
Behind me is this crowd of disgust,
Now everyone is aware of its miles and dishonour,
My hands are complete of goodness, mountains of sins on the pinnacle,
After all, the heart is yours on my own,
The office of all desires, is the heart,
Where everything is being formed.
Now it is only a desire of yours,
To do good or the opposite,
When the most effective is your imagination,
Where all desires comes raining down!