God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.
O Beloved, where is the Beloved?
The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.
Whenever Beauty looks, Love is also there.
Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!
My friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house.