Love plays its lute behind the screen -
where is a lover to listen to its tune?
With every breath a new song,
each split second a new string plucked.
The world has spilled Love's secret -
when could music ever hold its tongue?
Every atom babbles the mystery -
Listen yourself, for I'm no tattletale!
~ Fakhruddin Iraqi
from Divine Flashes
translation by William Chittick and Peter Lamborn Wilson
art by van gogh
