The sovereign is here and the sovereign is now. Grace the palace hall. Mark your hands in wonder at the angel from Canaan.
As the heart of the heart of the heart is here, there's no need to name the heart. For in its own presence, what value is the heart except surrender.
Without love I am one who's lost the way. But suddenly the way of love has entered me. I was the mountain and now I'm the hay for the horse of the sovereign.
Whether Turk or Tajik, this captive is as near to either as the heart is to the mind. But the mind never knows the heart.
My friends, good fortune is here. The time has come for letting go our burden. Wisdom is sitting at the helm, ready to unseat all demons.
Get out of your rut. Procrastinate no more. Why are you being helpless? If you don't know the way, ask the hoopoe bird how to get to Solomon's palace.
And when you’ve arrived, make your petitions, tell your secrets, confess your desires. The story goes that Solomon knows the speech of every bird.
Words are the fervent winds dividing the heart. But wisdom is the sun that gathers together the scattered ones.
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