Love plays its lute behind the screen — where is a lover to listen to its tune? - Fakhr-al-Din Iraqi

They look, they see, but do not comprehend.
They take no pleasure in the View, For to enjoy it one must know through the Truth of Certainty What he is seeing, through Whom, and why.

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!

Expressions are many but Thy loveliness is one;
Each of us refers
to that single Beauty.