Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

BAK BİL Kİ ATLARIN ÖNÜNE İNCİLER SERİLMEZ.
MÃœCEVHERLERDEN SARRAFLAR ANLAR ANCAK, BAÅžKASI BÄ°LMEZ...
NE FARKEDER Kİ KÖR İNSAN İÇİN ELMAS DA BİR CAM DA.
SANA BAKAN BİR KÖR İSE, SAKIN KENDİNİ CAMDAN SANMA.

Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

For the thirst to possess your love,
Is worth my blood a hundred times.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower.
So the nightbirds will start singing.