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  • Every one who is left far from his source wishes back the time when he was united with it.
  • In every company I uttered my wailful notes, I consorted with the unhappy and with them that rejoice. 5
  • Every one became my friend from his own opinion; none sought out my secrets from within me.
  • My secret is not far from my plaint, but ear and eye lack the light (whereby it should be apprehended).
  • Body is not veiled from soul, nor soul from body, yet none is permittd to see the soul."
  • This noise of the reed is fire, it is not wind: whoso hath not this fire, may he be naught!
  • ’Tis the fire of Love that is in the reed, ’tis the fervour of Love that is in the wine. 10
  • The reed is the comrade of every one who has been parted from a friend: its strains pierced our hearts.
  • Who ever saw a poison and antidote like the reed? Who ever saw a sympathiser and a longing lover like the reed?
  • The reed tells of the Way full of blood and recounts stories of the passion of Majnún.
  • Only to the senseless is this sense confided: the tongue hath no customer save the ear.
  • In our woe the days (of life) have become untimely: our days travel hand in hand with burning griefs. 15
  • If our days are gone, let them go!—’tis no matter. Do Thou remain, for none is holy as Thou art!
  • Except the fish, everyone becomes sated with water; whoever is without daily bread finds the day long.
  • None that is raw understands the state of the ripe: therefore my words must be brief. Farewell!
  • O son, burst thy chains and be free! How long wilt thou be a bondsman to silver and gold?
  • If thou pour the sea into a pitcher, how much will it hold? One day's store. 20
  • The pitcher, the eye of the covetous, never becomes full: the oyster-shell is not filled with pearls until it is contented.
  • He (alone) whose garment is rent by a (mighty) love is purged entirely of covetousness and defect.
  • Hail, our sweet-thoughted Love —thou that art the physician of all our ills,
  • The remedy of our pride and vainglory, our Plato and our Galen!
  • Through Love the earthly body soared to the skies: the mountain began to dance and became nimble. 25
  • Love inspired Mount Sinai, O lover, (so that) Sinai (was made) drunken and Moses fell in a swoon.
  • Were I joined to the lip of one in accord with me, I too, like the reed, would tell all that may be told;
  • (But) whoever is parted from one who speaks his language becomes dumb, though he have a hundred songs.