Why
Oh God, one cannot argue with you, but,
why did you throw us in the
fire of love?
You formed us with your power, and water and clay.
Why did you create the moon-like beauties?
You made eyebrows into pens, and locks of hair into lassos.
You made sugar-water limpid from sweet lips.
If you wanted me not to become afflicted and degraded,
why did you create lovesick girls?
If you wanted submission and prayers,
you would not have given beauties coquetry and coyness.
If false love is a sin,
why did you make drunkard eyes drunk?
