Behind a blood-stained curtain, Love has spread its gardens. Lovers are busy with the beauty of the Love
that isbeyond explanation.
Intellect says: The six directions are the limit,
there is nothing beyond them.
Love says: There is a road, and I have journeyed on itmany times; Love has detected markets beyond that market.
Intellect says: Do not set foot on the land ofannihilation; 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 footof the heart;
so that you may see the gardens within.