They Are The Privileged Lovers

When You Notice A Fault In Your Neighbour, Search For The Same In Yourself.

Come Sit With Me! Let Us Drink The Holy Wine Of Happiness.

Why Should I Stay At The Bottom Of A Well, When A Strong Rope Is In My Hand?

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

If You Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.