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No interpreter of our fires, not tongue for the secrets of our hearts—

Heart and love have become naked of one hundred veils, soul and soul seated two and two—

If Gabriel himself would enter between the two, he would not have one moment’s security from the fire.

Every instant union upon union, on every side vision upon vision,

[You] see on the roof of which kings of reality you are seated as a watchman.

The end of the thread of union with God is the Mount of Sinai which cannot endure this light for a single moment.

If you were to knot together a hundred universal reasons, there would be no ladder for this tall roof;

If I utter a sign of that signless one, the signs of all true men would bow prostrated.

This word has become for you a present from that light which transcends the reach of words.

Words have become a belt for Shams-i Tabr¯ız; come, fasten it on, if you have a waist.