Soul flies in empty space, a single candle in the huge palace.
Bird-shadows cross whatever they happen to cross. Lovers pay attention only to the ecstasy of their love.
I jumped off a cliff to find out the true nature of soul. Do not sit inside the sadness of powerful, self-absorbed people. Become the ground under your own feet.
The soul’s joy enters a guest house
where Shams Tabriz is host. No one is there.