I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.
Then I went to every city and small town, searching for someone who could speak wisdom, but everyone was complaining about love.
That moaning gave me an idea. Go back inside and find the answer. But I found nothing.
The heart acts as a translator
between mystical experience and intelligence.
It has its own inhabitants
who do not talk with someone just wandering through.
And remember. Muhammad said of the place
in human beings that we call the heart, This is what I value.