O Soul,
You are the Phoenix
rising up from the ashes of Union.
Why don’t you fly?—
No one knows you on the ground.

When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry, at once, quickly,
for God’s sake!

Remember what I said. . . .
I said, Don’t leave, for I am your Friend.
In the mirage of this world
        I am the fountain of life.
Even if you leave in anger
        and stay away for a thousand years
You will return to me,
        for I am your goal.

If someone asks,
“What does perfect beauty look like?”
Show him your own face and say,
Like this.

When one sees the problem lies within
And tries to go beyond habit's grip
Wishing to be free but not seeing the way
One becomes a seeker—worthy of wisdom

For ages you have come and gone
courting this delusion.
For ages you have run from the pain
and forfeited the ecstasy.
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

The flames that dance with love—
O Beloved, be like that to me.
The burning heat within the fire—
O Beloved, be like that to me.

Have faith, my child, have faith.

Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,
or your own genuine solitude?