Like A Drawn Sword

Mevlana; a sea with no edges...tossing up nights and days on his back, an ocean rising to become rough, weaving and settling down... He opens his arm that embraces the universe and thus embraces the mankind while dying for love like a candle, he shines the world like the sun. Impossible not to pay attention despite hearing the wailing in his way of saying 'Come!'..
He constantly says 'Come' for existing, for finding out, for an eternal salvation. He is the dust of Mohammad's feet (peace be upon him); he is the servant of the Holy Qur'an. He is wearied by someone who's said other than this speech and what has been narrated. He is the lover of the poor, abondoned and unprotected people and he applies in audience with a sovereign in person with a fearless brow.
While being silky before Allah the Almighty, he is like a drawn sword against oppression and he says: "I utter words and leave them for the next generation because our spared span of life cannot be eternally put off!"