So enamoured are they of the beauty of the Painter that they care not for the beauty of His designs.
He drinks of the pure wine of Unity who is forgetful of both this world and the next.
Story of a Dancer
I have heard that, at the singing of a musician, one of fairy-face began to dance. Surrounded by distracted hearts, the flame of a candle caught her skirt. She was distressed and angered.
One of her lovers said, “Why agitate thyself? The fire has burned thy skirts—it[19] has entirely consumed the harvest of my life.”
Story illustrating the Reality of Love
One who loved God set his face towards the desert. His father, being grieved at his absence, neither ate nor slept.
Some one admonished the son, who said: “Since my Friend has claimed me as His own, no other friendship do I own. When He revealed to me His beauty, all else that I saw appeared unreal.”
They that love Him care for no one else; their senses are confused and their ears are deaf to the words of them that reproach.