Love is flying high, into the sky
Tearing a hundred veils with every breath
First, separating breath from breath
First, cutting steps from steps
Disregarding the world in all its splendor
Seeing one's own sight from deep inside
I congratulated my heart on this achievement
Finally being included in the circle of Lovers
Transcending to see beyond your own sight
Running happily in the streets of your heart
Heart, I ask you: where does this breath come from?
I ask you : where does this rhythm come from?
Bird, I ask you to teach me the language of birds
I will know your secret when I hear it
My heart replied, I was attending to the home
I flew over many fields and oceans to get here
I am flying to you from the House of Creation
I come here to create this house for you
They would drag, even when no feet was left
Painting the images as I was uttering them.