• and out of love comes longing.

    In love, to face the torture open-eyed is purest joy;

    To close your eyes and die is something anyone can do.

• In love there can never be satisfaction, for longing increases till it becomes an agony which ceases only in Union.

     A slow fire burns our hearts away and slowly we sink and sink in helpless agonies,

     As when the lamp of night as dawn approaches drinks up the last few drops of oil and           dies.

• Nothing but union with the Beloved can satisfy the lover.

     Flowers and orchards do not interest me

     The garden has no charm without the Beloved.

• The way of love is a continual sacrifice; and what gets sacrificed are the lover's thoughts of "I".

     Like the men of the Path, wash your hands of the copper of your existence; So that you           may acquire the alchemy of Love and become gold.

• Until at last comes the time when the lover says, "O Beloved! will I ever become one with you and so lose my self forever? But let this be only if it is your will." This is the stage of love enlightened by obedience.

     You mock in vain to see me swoon under the stress of love,

     Try loving for a day and you will understand.

• Now the lover continuously witnesses the glory of the Beloved's Will, and in the witnessing does not even think of union.

     I asked the breeze, "Where shall I find the vagabonds of love?"

     It gathered up a little dust and raised it in the air.

• He willingly surrenders his entire being to the Beloved, and has no thought of self left.

     So full is my soul's horizon of the Beloved,

     All thought of self has gone from my mind.

• This is the stage where love is illumined by surrender.

     You are like the morn and I the candle in the chamber at morn

     Smile (and extinguish me) and see how I surrender my life to You.

     In the earlier stages of love I was all afire,

     I am now all dust and ashes, such is the end of love.