To Intellect, which, if it chose, could set the universe aflame, learns from Love to illuminate, instead of burning up, its frame.

To Love it is that your soul owes its heightened states’ engenderment – from Rumi’s ardent passion to Farabi’s solemn wonderment.

I sing these joy-inspiring words – I sing them and dance with delight – Love is a balsam for the heart despite its soul-tormenting might.

Not every subtle point can be expressed in words. Consult a while your own heart: maybe you will see my point made in the heart’s own style.