I cried in the middle of the night.
"It is I, but what are all these images that fill your house?"
I said, they are the reflection of your beautiful face.
"But what is this image full of pain?"
I said, it is me lost in the sorrows of life
and showed her my soul full of wounds.
She offered me one end of a thread and said:
"Take it so I can pull you back
but do not break the delicate string."
I reached towards her but she struck my hand.
I asked, why the harshness?
"To remind you that whoever comes to love’s holy space,
proud and full of himself will be sent away.
Look at love with the eyes of your heart.