Open your hands if you want to be held.
Be suspicious of what you want.
You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.
Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.
Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.
Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.