O preacher, do not reproach Wali; when has censure ever been permissible for lovers?

Wali gently pushes back against the dry moralizer who judges love through rigid rules and sermons. For the preacher, passion might look like an error, but Wali reminds him that lovers inhabit a realm of pure surrender where worldly reproach simply holds no weight. It is a tender yet confident defense of the heart's freedom against the hollow judgment of orthodoxy.