Perto de ti o luar tem o perfume das rosas;
Perto de ti é fácil improvisar caminhos,
Perto de ti as estrelas são mais luminosas,
do avesso dos casacos se fazem ninhos!




















"And silently their shining Lord replies:
'I am a mirror set before your eyes,
And all who come before my splendor see
Themselves, their own unique reality...

...The Simurgh, Truth's last flawless jewel, the light
In which you will be lost to mortal sight,
Dispersed to nothingness until once more
You find in Me the selves you were before.'"

Mantiq al-Tayr, or the Parliament of Birds