The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The

Give Yourself Completely To The One You Call God. If You Are Not Doing It You Are Wasting Your Time Here.

All Because Of Love When It Arrived My Temporal Life From Then On Changed To Eternal

Lovers O Lovers, Lovers It Is Time To Set Out From The World. I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depths Of The Stars. Our Camel Driver Is At Work; The Caravan Is Being Readied. He Asks That We Forgive Him For The Disturbance He Has Caused Us, He Asks Why We Travellers Are Asleep. Everywhere The Murmur Of Departure; The Stars, Like Candles Thrust At Us From Behind Blue Veils, And As If To Make The Invisible Plain, A Wondrous People Have Come Forth.

Love's Nationality Is Separate From All Other Religions, The Lover's Religion And Nationality Is The Beloved (god). The Lover's Cause Is Separate From All Other Causes Love Is The Astrolabe Of God's Mysteries.

Everyone Sleeps, Except Lovers, Who Stay Awake, Telling Stories To God