You are the way of love for love is in the Sufi,
You, you are ignorant of the path ladled with ruin.
Instead, your eyes grow according to the godliness,
For Sufis teach the soul's trick, and you are clever.
So seek out the cities atop the mountain, higher
Than the height of your sainthood, belonging to a
Man called Jonah, who resurrected his won being.
You are the way and the truth, yours is relaxing,
Like the light shining from Sinai, as vast as the ocean
With barriers and bullets, arrows and strains of music,
Tasting sweet as sweat of heaven, like frankincense.
My house is open to you, so grow your apples in
My orchard and learn the arts and ghosts of speech,
My certain lesson is received with a heart of stone.
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