A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover's ailment is different from all ailments;
Love is the astrolobe of God's mysteries.
A lover may hanker after this love or that love,
But at last he is drawn to the King of Love,
However much we describe and explain love,
When we fall in love we are ashamed of our words,
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
But love unexplained is clearer.
When the pen hasted to write,
On reaching the subject of love it split in twain.
When the discourse touched on the matter of love,
Pen was broken and paper torn,
In explaining it reason stick fast, as an ass in mire,
Naught but love itself can explain the love and lovers!
Non but sun can display the sun,
If you would see it displayed, turn not away from it.
Shadows, indeed, may indicate the sun's presence,
But only the sun display the light of life.
Shadows induce slumber, like evening talks,
But when the sun arises the "moon is split asunder".
In the world there is naught so wondrous as the sun,
But the sun of the soul sets not and has no yesterday....
(Rumi, The masnavi)
