Do not doubt seeing my formless love
It’s too abstract

Indeed, I succeed to make it as a hyperbole love
Even I, myself, don’t know where it will end
How come my love has no end on this earth?
Neither run out to go around the heavens
But it is unreserved for God

How could there be love
Like my love that has no end?
That nothing compare to it

Doubles my descendants from Him
To become song lyrics and poems
Or becomes a very long writing

To become arrays of books and thick discourses,
The very beautiful notes
Oo, nothing I adore, but Him