Ghazal No. 29

In the world of our heart there are no phases of the moon. There is a revolution, but no morning and no evening.

Woe to the caravan which, lacking enterprise, looks for a road that is not dangerous.

Abandon reason and become embroiled in the waves of the sea of Love, in reason’s little stream there are no pearls.

Whatever is the object of the strivings of our thought is in our eyes, but like our sight invisible.