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You who slay like sugar the lovers, slay my soul sweetly this moment, if you are slaying.
Lion-heart, you have made a hundred thousand lion-hearts; you have outstripped the sun even in generosity.
O soul, the breeze of spring is coming, so that you may raise your hand towards the rose garden.
The Bur¯aq of the love of realities carried away my mind and heart; ask me where it took them? Thither you do not know.
You are my heaven, I am the earth in astonishment; every moment what things have you set growing in my heart.
The lord of beauty and quintessence of loveliness entered the soul and mind as a man will stroll in the garden at spring.
Finally you have broken away and departed into the Unseen; I wonder, I wonder—by which way did you depart from the world?
Come, come, for you will not find another friend like me; where indeed in both worlds is a beloved like me?
If you have no beloved, why do you not seek one? And if you have attained the Beloved, why do you not rejoice?