Who is this Beautiful One,
This One who stays up all night
teaching love tricks to Venus and the Moon?
This One
whose enchanting gaze
seals up the two eyes of heaven?
O seekers, it is your own heart!
Day and night,
I am so taken by Her
that no one else can be taken by me.
At the beginning I was born of Her love,
In the end I gave Her my heart.
A fruit which falls from a branch
must first cling to that same branch.
A man may run from his own shadow,
searching for light,
but will he ever find a place to rest?
The tip of Her curl is saying,
“Walk this tightrope.”
The fire of Her candle is saying,
“O moth, come here.”
O heart, be steady,
dance gently upon that rope.
But the moment you hear Her call
fly into the candle’s flame.
When you knew the rapture of this burning
you would not go on for another moment
without its heat.
Even if the water of life
were pouring all around
it would not lure you from the flames.
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