““The one my soul is searching for is not here. Where has he gone? The one like a lit candle, like a seat with roses growing around it. Our eyes look for that one first, but I do not see him today. Say his name. If anyone here has kissed his hand, give us your blessing. I do not know whether to be more grateful for the existence of his face or for what is inside that. There is no one like him in the world. But if there is no form for that now, how is it everything turns with the motion of his love? Say all the possible nicknames for Shams Tabriz. Do not hide anything from one who wants only to be in his presence.””
