If that veil become worn out, the beauty has not grown old; the life of the Veil is transient, and we are boundless life.
If that veil become worn out, the beauty has not grown old; the life of the Veil is transient, and we are boundless life.
In love to be wide awake is treason.
Reason a seeker of certainty through him, patience a seeker of help through him, love seeing the unseen through him, earth taking the form of Adam through him.
I have an idol such that, were his sweet scent scattered
abroad, even an idol of stone would receive life through joy.
In the face of the mirror of love we must not breathe a word of
ourselves; we must become intimate with your treasure when
we are changed to waste.
I will beguile him with the soul.
The drunkenness of love makes me unaware whether I have
profit of loss therefrom.
For he is the Lion of God.
Noble fire, why do you writhe so?
When I became lost, O soul, through love of the king of the peris, hidden from self and creatures, I am as if peri-born myself.
God's love is a very strong fortress; I carry my soul's baggage inside a fortress.
What place is there for a beauty?
Yes, Friend, I bear it, I bear it.
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