But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.
Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.
Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.
Carry your baggage towards silence , when you seek the signs of the way.
Don't be sad! Because God sends hope in the most desperate moments. Don't forget, the heaviest rain comes out of the darkest clouds.
Why should I stay at the bottom of a well, when a strong rope is in my hand?