You whispered softly in the ear of my joyous heart. You know what's on my mind, you've heard my thoughts. I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hun… - Rumi

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.
A lover may be drawn to this love or that love,
but finally he is drawn to the Sovereign of Love.
However much we describe and explain love,
when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
but love unexplained is clearer.
When the pen came to the subject of love, it broke.
When the discourse reached the topic of love,
the pen split and the paper tore.
If intellect tries to explain it,
it falls helpless as a donkey on a muddy trail;
only Love itself can explain love and lovers!
The proof of the sun is the sun itself.
If you wish to see it, don’t turn away from it.

Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love
Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.

جسمنا يشبه مريم العذراء: كل واحد منا يحمل عيسى بداخله. لكن مالم تظهر فينا آلام المخاض فإن عيسانا لا يولد.