A hair divides what is false and true.
Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd Of the Two Worlds so wisely - they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.