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Little by little the drunkards congregate, little by little the wine-worshippers arrive.
Laughter tells of your lovingkindness, tears complain of your wrath;
The lovers visible and the Beloved invisible—who ever saw such a love in all the world?
Our death is an eternal wedding-feast; what is the secret of this? He is God, One.
Everywhere the scent of God is coming—see how the people are coming uncontrollably;
Again the sun of felicity has mounted to heaven, again the desire of the souls has arrived from the way of the soul.
The sea can always dispense with the fish, for in comparison with the sea the fish is contemptible.
There was no grace left which that fair idol did not perform; what fault is it of ours, if he acted not generously towards you?
The fire the day before yesterday whispered secretly to the smoke, “The aloes-wood cannot rest without me, and with me it is happy.