And now it was evening.
And Almitra the seeress said, “Bl
And he answered, Was it I who spo
Then he descended the steps of the
And facing the people again, he ra

Where are you, my beloved? Are yo
Paradise, watering the flowers who
As infants look upon the breast of
Or are you in your chamber where t
Virtue has been placed in your hon

There in the middle of the field,
As I engrossed myself in view and
Before my eyes I saw the cage tur
”In God’s field of Beauty, at the
“In the center of beautiful Creat

The strong shore is my beloved
And I am his sweetheart.
We are at last united by love, and
Then the moon draws me from him.
I go to him in haste and depart

I would not exchange the sorrows o
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears th
To flow from my every part turn in
I would that my life remain a tear

In the stillness of night Wisdom
By my bed. She gazed upon me like
And wiped away my tears, and said:
The cry of your spirit and I am c
Open your heart to me and I shall

Almustafa, the chosen and the belo
And in the twelfth year, on the se
Then the gates of his heart were f
But he descended the hill, a sadne
Long were the days of pain I have

I am the lover’s eyes, and the spi
Wine, and the heart’s nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at da
The virgin kisses me and places me
Upon her breast.

In the town where I was born live
walked in their sleep.
One night, while silence enfolded
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met
And the mother spoke, and she said

Come, my beloved; let us walk amid
For the snow is water, and Life i
Slumber and is roaming the hills a
Let us follow the footprints of S
Distant fields, and mount the hill