To whom then should I complain that at last the soul quickening beloved has come?

To whom then should I complain that at last the soul quickening beloved has come? She bestows the spirit of the dead, and seizes the souls of the lovers. To the ignorant alone, belief in such a ravishing love has not come. Tir 1366 AHS [June-July 1987] The Account of Perplexity I want the pain, not the drug. I want the anguish that sticks in the throat, not a pleasant melody. I am a lover, I am a lover, I am your patient; I don't want to be healed from this.

I would even pay for your cruelty for my soul; I don't want to abandon this cruelty. From you, my beloved, cruelty is fidelity, So, I don't want any other fidelity,…