I may be clapping my hands, but I do not belong to a crowd of clappers. I am neither this nor that.
I am not a part of a group that loves flute music, or one that loves gambling, or one that loves drinking wine.
Those who live in time, descended from Adam, made of earth and water, I am not part of that.
Do not listen to what I say, as though these words came from an inside and are going to an outside.
Your faces are very beautiful, but they are wooden cages.
You had better run from me. My words are fire.
I have nothing to do with being famous, or making grand judgments, or feeling full of shame.
I borrow nothing. I do not want anything from anybody.
I flow through all human beings. Love is my only companion.
When union happens, my speech goes inward towards Shams.
At that meeting, all the secrets of language will no longer be secret.