When someone beats a rug,
the blows are not against the rug,
but against the dust in it.

Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle;
Love is the work of wrestlers.
The one who becomes a servant of lovers
is really a fortunate sovereign.
Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love.
Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.

I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.

You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.

Soul, if you want to learn secrets,

your heart must forget about
shame
 and dignity.
You are God's lover,

yet you worry
what people
are saying.