Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle;
Love is the work of wrestlers.
The one who becomes a servant of lovers
is really a fortunate sovereign.
Don't ask anyone about Love;
ask Love alone about Love.
Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.
Love doesn't need me to translate; it translates for itself.
If you journey to the seventh heaven,
Love is a useful ladder.
Wherever a caravan journeys, Love is its qiblah.
May this universe not deceive you, waylaying you from Love,
for this universe comes from you.
Close your mouth like a mother of pearl.
Be silent: for this tongue of yours
is the enemy of the soul.
... Jalalludin Rumi