Stars Burn Clear All Night Till Dawn.

Whenever Beauty Looks, Love Is Also There; Whenever Beauty Shows A Rosy Cheek Love Lights Her Fire From That Flame. When Beauty Dwells In The Dark Folds Of Night Love Comes And Finds A Heart Entangled In Tresses. Beauty And Love Are As Body And Soul. Beauty Is The Mine, Love Is The Diamond.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

Be Full Of Sorrow, That You May Become Hill Of Joy; Weep, That You May Break Into Laughter.