To Intellect, which, if it chose,
Could set the universe aflame,
Learns from Love to illuminate,
Instead of burning up, its frame.
To Love it is that your soul owes
Its heightened states engenderment
From Rumis ardent passion to
Farabis solemn wonderment.
I sing these joy-inspiring words
I sing them and dance with delight
Love is a balsam for the heart
Despite its soul-tormenting might."
Not every subtle point can be
Expressed in words. Consult a while
Your own heart: maybe you will see
My point made in the hearts own style.