O My brother! Until thou enter the Egypt of love, thou shalt
never gaze upon the Joseph-like beauty of the Friend; and until, like Jacob,
thou forsake thine outward eyes, thou shalt never open the eye of thine inward
being; and until thou burn with the fire of love, thou shalt never find thyself
in the true yearning’s embrace.
A lover feareth nothing and can suffer no harm: Thou seest
him chill in the fire and dry in the sea.
A lover is he who is chill in hellfire;
A knower is he who is dry in the sea. [1]
Love accepteth no existence and wisheth no life: In death it
seeth life, and in shame it seeketh glory. To merit the madness of love, one
must abound in sanity; to merit the bonds of the Friend, one must be free in
spirit.
- Baha’u’llah (‘The Seven Valleys’, 2019 revised translation by the
Baha’i World Centre; ‘The Call of the Divine Beloved’)
[1] Saná’í, a Persian poet (ca. 1045–1131)