When the love-lion wants to drink our blood,we let him. Every moment we offer upa new soul. Someone comes to collectthe turban and the shoes.
Calm in the midst of lightningstands the cause of lightning.
The way I look is so fragile,yet here in my handis an assurance of eternity.
A snake drags along looking for the ocean.What would it do with it?
If, for penance, you crush grapes,you may as well drink the wine.
You imagine that the old sufishad dark sediment in their cups.It does not matter what you think.
The flower that does not smileat the branch withers.
Shams Tabriz rises as the sun.It is night now.What's the point of counting stars?
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