Behind a blood-stained curtain,
Love has spread its gardens.
Lovers are busy with the beauty of the Love
that is beyond 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 it many times;
Love has detected markets beyond that market.
Intellect says: Do not set foot on the land of annihilation;
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.