O Beloved, where is the Beloved?
The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.
...one cannot lodge in if.
Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance
You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?
Don't get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.