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He did not need to think out what to say. How long had they grown in his heart, his love and his pain! Now he brought them out from the depths like a diver, spreading the precious stones before himself in the light of day, day, and stringing them together to a necklace of letters, of words, of points and curves and flourishes. Stone by stone he thus composed an image of his grief.

Majnun, without a second bidding, crouched on the ground, resting the paper on his knees, and wrote or rather painted, with tender care sign after sign.

Do not be sad! Do not let your heart become heavy and do not think that no one is your friend. Am I no one? Does it not help you that I am there and am yours—yours alone? Believe me, it is wrong to complain of loneliness, Remember God. He is the companion of those who have no other friend.

Patience and hope. What is life in this world?
It is only the tumult in an inn where we stop for a short rest. How quickly the days pass between arrival and and departure! A wise man does not let others look through his eyes into his soul. Shall the enemy laugh at our tears? No!

I dressed in dark blue, like a violet, and my eyes, full of tears, are like the calyx of a blossom blinded by golden dust. Do you understand me, my love?
What matter? Our bodies are separated, but my soul is not divided from yours for a moment. I know what suffering is yours and how much your heart tortures itself. Yet there is only one way out of this despair for both of us; patience.

Beloved! Send me a hair of your head, and it will mean the world to me. Send me one of the thorns lying in your path, and it will blossom into a rose-garden before my eyes.. Where your foot touches it, my Khizr, my messenger from God, the desert breaks into blossom; be my water be my of eternal life! I am the moon which lo looks at you from afar, to receive your light, my sun.

Seen from afar even garlic looks'True, I have a husband! A husband, but not a lover; what does that mean to me? Who is he compared with you, my beloved? Seen from afar even garlic looks like a lily. But if you smell it, where is the lily's scent? It is not worth gathering.

You have stirred up the world, yet turned your back towards it, living in the tomb of your loneliness. If I only knew what you are feeling, how you look and what you are doing. With all my love I am with you and you are, tell me with whom? Like your happiness I am separated from you; but even if remote from you, I remain your companion.

I know that you are guarding the treasure of friendship, and love derives its splendour from you. I see that your blood colours the mountains red at dawn and at dusk, but you live hidden deep down in the rocks like agate. In the midst of darkness you are the well-spring of Khizr, whence gushes forth the water of life. You are the night-moth, encircling the candle-light of an eternal morning.

It comes from me, a prisoner, and is meant for you, who have broken your chains. How long ago, my love, did I seal my bond with you! How fare you? What fills your days, you to whom the seven planets, these heavenly cradles, show the way?