By day I praised You but never knew it; by night slept with You without realising; fancying myself to be myself; but no, I was You and never knew it. - Fakhr-al-Din Iraqi

Since we have quaffed
the beaker of Thy love, we yield our hearts
and make our Lives Thy ransom: since we come
again into Thy street, we turn our backs
on all that is, save Thee. Our souls are bound
to serve Thee, though in grief, and we have died
to selfhood! We are captives of Thy love
and have not strength to flee. Thy beauty's fever
has lit a flame: shall not our hearts be burned?

I am Love: in heaven and earth I have no place; I am the Wondrous Phoenix whose spoor cannot be traced.

The world has spilled Love's secret — when could music ever hold its tongue?
Every atom babbles the mystery — Listen yourself, for I'm no tattletale!