to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.
Our seeking is His seeking,
Our words are His words.
like a dancing stream.
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?
Do not build much, for I intend to have you in ruins.
If you build two hundred houses in a manner that the bees do;
I shall make you as homeless as a fly.
If you are the mount Qaf in stability.
I shall make you whirl like a millstone.