Behind a blood-stained curtain, love has spread its
Lovers are busy with the beauty of the love that is
Intellect says: The six directions are the limit,
there is nothing beyond them.
Love says: There is a road, and I have journeyed on it
Love detected markets beyond that market.
Intellect says: Do not set foot on the land of
There is nothing there but thorns.
Love says: Those thorns you feel are only inside you!
Be silent! remove the thorn of existence from the foot
of the heart;
So that you may see the gardens within.