When Love comes suddenly and taps
on your window, run and let it in, but first
shut the door of your reason
even the smallest hint chases love away
like smoke that drowns the freshness
of the morning breeze
To reason, Love can only say
the way is barred, you can’t pass through
but to the lover it offers a hundred blessings
Before the mind decides to take a step
Love has reached the seventh heaven
Love has climbed the Holy Mountain
I must stop this talk now and let
Love speak from its nest of silence