I pulled you out of the fire of lust, brought you here,
then threw you back into that fire, scattering you there.
You were born from My heart like these words.
Yet, you run, trying to escape. And, you reproach me.
You are with Me, but you are not aware of it.
I have covered your eyes.
I have cast a spell on you,
I hurt you in order to protect you
from evil eyes.
I am merciful to you.
I am generous to you.
You also should be generous and merciful.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 9, Ghazal 3, page 3.