Even flour inclines towards beauty. I’ve placed a şekerpare now, it’s soaking up the syrup. If your soul doesn’t incline towards beauty, then syrup and poison are the same to you. Why do you complain? If you have no inclination towards beauty, where will you find it, oh heedless one! Cease your complaining, withdraw to a corner, and at least don’t harm the beauty of others. But ambition and envy won’t leave you alone, will they? We’ve seen you, recognized you, understood you. You have no inclination towards beauty. If you did, you would present something beautiful.
Have you presented anything? Of course, you can’t. How can one who has no inclination towards beauty find and present something? If they present something, it can only be filth. And that filth appears beautiful to them. They sit and eat it with relish. Once your companion has led you astray, neither eyes nor ears nor tongue function properly.
May that one who leads astray, with those they lead astray, be far from us!
Both in this world and the next.
The şekerpare has absorbed its syrup, may it be blessed! May it be blessed for every being that inclines towards beauty!