Though reason to the portal guide, yet entry to it is denied.

Beg God to grant a lighted heart, for light and sight are things apart.

Though knowledge lends to mind a glow, no houris its Eden can ever show.

How strange that in the present time; no one owns the joy sublime!

Some passions leave the mind intact, while others make it blind to fact.

The heart from unrest gets its life, what pity if it knows no strife!

You die because from God you flee, if living, linked with God shall be.

The pearls have all their covering cleft, of urge to show you are bereft.

Show unto me, though I too cry, it is not tale of Moses and Sinai.