If your sweetness comes from sugar, then it is only temporary.
But if you turn into sugar through your fidelity to the Friend,
then your sweetness is as permanent as the Beloved.
The lover acquires his sustenance from Love, but the intellect
is lost and bewildered at the lovers’ game. The petty intellect denies
the existence of Love, though it may pretend that it knows many secrets.
Though intellect is clever and knowledgeable, it hasn’t annihilated itself
in the Friend. Until the angel becomes nothing, it is no more than the devil.
Know that whoever is summoned by the Friend becomes free from the business
of this world. The one who receives his job and sustenance from the Friend,
he is allowed at the Friend’s throne, becoming free from worldly business.
Those whose only mode of understanding is their intellect walk on a wooden leg.
It is foolish to embark on a long journey if your legs are made of wood.
A blind man’s guide is his cane, it helps him to avoid hidden obstacles.
Your reasoning and argumentations are no more than a cane, but a cane
is never a true substitute for the light of sight.
O blind one, your very cane is the instrument of war and hatred.
Come to your senses, smash your cane of reasoning into pieces.
Do not aspire to join the circle of the blind.
Bring a seeing man amongst yourselves to show you the path.
Grab the garment of the one who has given you the cane.
Beware of what happened to Adam who relied only on his cane.
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