“The Beloved is all and the lover (but) a veil; the Beloved is living and the lover a dead thing. When Love hath no care for him, he is left as a bird without wings. Alas for him then! How should I have consciousness (of aught) before or behind when the light of my Beloved is not before me and behind? Love wills that: this Word should be shown forth: if the mirror does not reflect, how is that? Dost thou know why the mirror (of thy soul) reflects nothing? Because the rust is not cleared from its face.”