His image in your heart offers endless favors,
just so you won’t look anywhere else.
But, if you step outside of this six-doored chapel,
you’ll meet the One whose fate is clean.
You’ll reach His ecstasy.
Don’t look for six directions, six doors.
You have a secret door.
Every night you fly away through that door.
They tie an imaginary string to your feet when you fly,
so that you won’t get lost, you won’t fall flat.
They pull you back every morning with that string.
This world is like a womb.
That’s why you’re fed by blood.
Return to the dungeon of this womb until your creation is complete.
Once your soul’s wings are strong and fully-formed,
the shell of your body will be broken.
So, join the fighting, the war in which you lose your arms, your legs, your everything.
That’s the way you will grow your wings.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 149, verses 1956-1961, page 371.