
My ablution is with weeping
thus my prayer will be fiery
And I burn the mosque's doorway when my call to prayer strike it
Is the prayer of the drunken, tell me, is this prayer valid?
For he does not know the timing and is not aware of places
From each, Love demands a mystic silence. What do all seek so earnestly? Tis Love. Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts, In Love no longer "Thou" and "I" exist, For self has passed away in the Beloved. Now will I draw aside the veil from Love, And in the temple of mine inmost soul Behold the Friend, Incomparable Love. He who would know the secret of both worlds Will find that the secret of them both is Love!(Attar)
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