There is Sinai and the tree and there is the vision of epiphany of the face.

There is Sinai and the tree and there is the vision of epiphany of the face. O friends! This is what is obtained by dervishes! March 5, 1985 No Respite O Pir! Take me to the khanaqah! All the companions have departed. Take me to the path. I can bear it no longer. There has come no respite. Give me refuge oh you who give aid!

Captive It is an honor to me to become impoverished by you, To become cut off from myself and to become your captive, To be tempest stricken and afflicted by your dominion, Singly to become the target of your bow and arrow. February 23, 1985 Beware Fati! One must journey toward the Friend. One should transcend the self. Every knowledge with the scent of your being Is a devil on the way of which one must beware. The Cup You are not a lover if you have a name. You are not mad if you have a message.

You have not tasted drunkenness if you are sober. Be gentle with us 'till you have the cup. April 29, 1984 Shadow O charisma of Homa![^6] Cast your shadow over my head! Come to my aid, extract my existence! The noose which has been put around my neck by desires, Cast it round the necks of the base, O my Beloved! Hidden Cry Who is aware of my heartache but you? Who is with me, the madman on the roof and at the gate? Of my interior rebellion, in whom may I confide?

Where is the heart this hidden cry affects? March 11, 1985 Path Open a chapter with the description of your face, Let it begin a lock of your hair. Roll up the scroll of the science and philosophy. Cast a glance toward me, O Beloved that my path may be toward you. A Novice of the Way O Pir of the Way! Initiate me! I am a novice of the Way. Be my Pir! I am worn out; I've gotten nowhere on the path. O you beloved!

Be my commander on this path.[^7] March 5, 1985 A Glance O you my joy, my grief, my sorrow! O my inner wound and my salve! Cast a glance upon this worthless bit So my banner may fly over the horizons! Drop I am a gnat who by your favor shall become a peacock. I am a drop from your sea, who shall become an ocean. If you show favor toward me, I shall open my wings like an angel.

I am ready to kiss the feet of the King of Tus.[^8] February-March 1985 The Madman Become mad; take off the shackles from your feet! O peacock! Slander the raven by showing off. Don't ask the madman about the state of his heart or intellect, Find one who is enchanted by the shackles of intellect.