Listen. Make A Way For Yourself Inside

Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vow One Thousand Times, Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

Everyone Is So Afraid Of Death, But The Real Sufis Just Laugh: Nothing Tyrannizes Their Hearts. What Strikes The Oyster Shell Does Not Damage The Pearl