Jalaluddin Rumi, Masnavi I Ma'navi — Book II
“ Through love a prison seems a rose bower, Without love a grate full of ashes seems a garden. Through love burning fire is pleasing light, Through love the Devil becomes a Houri. Through love hard stones become soft as butter, Without love soft wax becomes hard iron. Through love grief is as joy, Through love Ghouls turn into angels. Through love stings are as honey, Through love lions are harmless as mice. Through love sickness is health, Through love wrath is as mercy. Through love the dead rise to life, Through love the king becomes a slave. ”
