This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love,
that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.

Alas, not all things in life are easy; Even man struggles to be human.

Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.

This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love,
that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.

The world is no more than the Beloved's face. And the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.

He gave me heaven and earth, and assumed I'd be satisfied; Actually I was too embarrassed to argue. The spiritual seekers are tired, two or three at each stage of the path. The rest who have given up never knew your address at all. There are so many in this gathering who wish the candle well. But if the being of the candle is melting, what can the sorrow-sharers do?

If there is a knower of tongues here, fetch him; There's a stranger in the city And he has many things to say.