Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.

Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;For if, for instance, the belly of the lute becomes full, nolament high or low will arise from that full lute.If your brain and belly are on fire through fasting, because ofthe fire every moment a lament will arise from your breast.Every moment you will…

Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.

first step, to renounce feet;To disregard this world, to see only that which you yourself have seen I said,‘Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers,‘On gazing beyond the range of the eye,on running into the alley of the breasts.’Whence came this breath, O heart?Whence came this throbbing, O heart?Bird, speak the tongue of birds:…

stitched.O, you who are ignorant of endurance and the burningfire of love–Love comes of its own free will, it can’t be learnedin any school.

stainless endless radiance,Frail living leaves burn with your brighterthan cold stares –Make me your servant, your breath, your core.