Jalaluddin Rumi, Masnavi I Ma'navi — Book I
“ When "it quaked, and Moses fell down in a swoon." Did my Beloved only touch me with his lips, I too, like the flute, would burst out in melody. But he who is parted from them that speak his tongue, Though he possess a hundred voices, is perforce dumb. When the rose has faded and the garden is withered, The song of the nightingale is no longer to be heard. The BELOVED is all in all, the lover only veils Him; 5 The BELOVED is all that lives, the lover a dead thing. When the lover feels no longer LOVE's quickening, He becomes like a bird who has lost its wings. ”
