O ascetic, put away your rosary; who will take the trouble to count every single bead?

The poet gently teases the pious ascetic, suggesting he put away his prayer beads instead of meticulously tallying up his devotions. In Sufi thought, divine grace and true love are so infinite that trying to measure them grain by grain is entirely futile. It is a warm plea to abandon rigid calculations in faith and simply surrender to boundless, uncounted devotion.