No story is as beautiful as the story of love for the Friend
Intimacy with the Friend is the most blessed good fortune
Those enslaved by the self can never approach Him
Unless one is granted wings of aspiration from the Friend
If you suffer a hundred thousand afflictions on the path of love
Have reverence, and respect the Friend’s sanctity; do not breathe a word of complaint
When the master of love called me to the sanctum of the Friend
The flames of Her love burnt away my heart and soul
He poured a new wine into my weakened body and soul
And pulled me to the Friend’s presence with half a glance
I was rendered drunk and unconscious from Her manifestation
And my heart became a mirror for the visage of the Friend
When He bestows light on me out of generosity and kindness
He empties my chest from all but the Love for the Friend
