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My Heart Is Burning With Love. All I Can See Is This Flame. My Heart Is Burning With Passion, Like Waves On An Ocean. I'm At Home, Wherever I Am. And In The Room Of Lovers, I Can See With Closed Eyes The Beauty That Dances. Behind The Veils, Intoxicated With Love, I Too Dance The Rhythm Of This Moving World.

There Is A Life In You, Search That Life, Search The Secret Jewel In The Mountain Of Your Body.

Stop, Open Up, Surrender The Beloved Blind Silence. Stay There Until You See You're Looking At The Light With Infinite Eyes.

The Intellectual Is Always Showing Off, The Lover Is Always Getting Lost. The Intellectual Runs Away. Afraid Of Drowning; The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea. Intellectuals Plan Their Repose; Lovers Are Ashamed To Rest. The Lover Is Always Alone. Even Surrounded By People; Like Water And Oil, He Remains Apart. The Man Who Goes To The Trouble Of Giving Advice To A Lover Get Nothing. He's Mocked By Passion. Love Is Like Musk. It Attracts Attention. Love Is A Tree, And The Lovers Are Its Shade.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute