The Earth Turns To Gold,

Be An Empty Page, Untouched By Words.

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.

The Lovers Of God Never Run Out Of Patience, For They Know That Time Is Needed For The Crescent Moon To Become Full.

This World's Existence Is One Night Long. There's A Great Lively Gathering That Night, But Some People Sleep Through It.

This Is A Gathering Of Lovers. In This Gathering There Is No High, No Low, No Smart, No Ignorant, No Special Assembly, No Grand Discourse, No Proper Schooling Required. There Is No Master, No Disciple. This Gathering Is More Like A Drunken Party, Full Of Tricksters, Fools, Mad Men And Mad Women. This Is A Gathering Of Lovers.