Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? ‘Tis Love.
What do they whisper to each other? 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 the secret of them both, is Love .
- Farid ud Din Attar, Sufi poet (1119 -1220) 
September 20, 2008 at 8:23 pm
exquisite!
September 22, 2008 at 8:19 am
Isn’t it? At least one thing I’ve gotten out of all this is a better appreciation of the literature, poetry and science of love. This is a really good one. Of particular interest is that Farid un Din Attar lived to the ripe old age of 101.