Know yourself: a cloud drifting before your sun. Cut yourself off from your senses and behold your sun of intimacy. - Fakhr-al-Din Iraqi

The more I gaze
at Your face, the more
my eyes incline
toward Your vision
like one who dies of thirst
by the ocean shore,
lips to the wave,
thirstier and thirstier.

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

Each image painted
on the canvas of existence
is the form
of the artist himself.
Eternal Ocean
spews forth new waves.
„Waves“ we call them;
but there is only the Sea.

(p. 77)