Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your

Many Have Been Led Astray By The Qur'an: By Clinging To That Rope Many Have Fallen Into The Well. There Is No Fault In The Rope, O Perverse Man, For It Was You Who Had No Desire To Reach The Top.

The Water In The Stream May Have Changed Many Times, But The Reflection Of The Moon And The Stars Remains The Same.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.

This Is A Subtle Truth. Whatever You Love, You Are.