Hidden Words - Persian/GPT4 45

45 Alas, alas, O lovers of worldly desires,

You have passed by the spiritual beloved like lightning and have firmly bound your heart to a devilish illusion. You bow down to the illusion, and you've called it truth, and you gaze at the thorn, and you've named it a rose. Neither a breath of relief has risen from you, nor a breeze of detachment from the gardens of your hearts. You've given the compassionate advice of the beloved to the wind, and erased it from the page of your heart. You graze like beasts in the meadow of lust and hope for survival.