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What Is, Is In Love (S6)

I?m a moth circling the light of the beloved?s face.
Give me your soul-nourishing hand, and nothing else.

If my body is cut from head to toe,
Every joint is love?s abode, and nothing else.

When the drum of ?Am I not your Lord?? was beaten,
to test the friend from the enemy,
when the Friend asked, He heard His answer:
I said the name of love, and nothing else.

(Carl?s English poetic experiment:
I said ?trouble!? but that?s
love, and nothing else.)

One likes darkness, another is in the light.
Another drills to pile up worldly possessions.

What is, is in love, the rest is futile.
The world is nothing, its sultan and its shah all nothing.

Was there ever a sultan whose throne survived?
Is there a lover in this world whose name will fade?

May God bless my father who told my teacher:
“Teach my son love?s lesson, and nothing else.”

Look at the soil and rock of the desert;
they?re mourning Majnun?s tears.

If Mazun dies as a pauper,
write on his tombstone: This is love?s abode. And nothing else

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