MY HEART is on fire with the flame of thy songs. It spreads and knows no bounds. It dances swinging its arms in the sky, burning up the dead and the decaying. The silent stars watch it from across the darkness. The drunken winds come rushing upon it from all sides. O, this fire, like a red lotus, spreads its petals in the heart of the night.
II. 100. nis din salai ghaw A SORE PAIN troubles me day and night, and I cannot sleep; I long for the meeting with my Beloved, and my father's house gives me pleasure no more. The gates of the sky are opened, the temple is revealed: I meet my husband, and leave at His feet the offering of my body and my mind.
