When I was a lion, panther was my prey; I caught everything which I hunted. When I came to embrace tightly love for you, A lame fox drove me from den. - Abū-Sa'īd Abul-Khayr

Through love we're slain, the world's our slaughter house
We've no food nor sleep, the world's our cookhouse.
We've no desire for paradise, because
Our hell's a hundred times loftier than that.

What sweeter than this in the world!
Friend met friend and the lover joined his Beloved.
That was all sorrow, this is all joy
Those were all words, this is all reality.

If you don not come to repent your existence,
You'll never approach the circle of gnostics and drunkards
Unless in other's eyes you become an infidel,
In the creed of lovers, you'll never be Muslim.