As I darkened my eyes with the dust of sadness...

I darkened my eyes

with the dust of sadness

until each of them was a sea full of pearls

All the tears which I shed for him

are not tears as many think but pearls...

I am complaining about the soul of the soul

but I'm no complainer; I'm simply saying how it is

My heart tell me it is distressed with him

bu I can only laugh at such pretended injuries.

Where is this "we" and this "I"?

By the side of the Beloved.

You made this "we" and this "I"

in order that you might play

this game of courtship with yourself

that all "you's" and "I's" might become one soul

and finally drown in the Beloved

Is it possible for the bodily eye to see you?

can thought comprehend your laughter or grief?

tell me now, can it possibly see you at all?

such heart has only borrowed things to live with.

The garden of love is green without limit

and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.

Love is beyond either condition:

without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.