Love is the water of Life.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another.
The path along which we travel with Rumi is none other than the path of love.
Love is drawing the bitter ones to the sweet, because the foundation of love is righteousness.
You are the pump of my pulse, so the good or bad I do is due to you.
Through love, bitter things become sweet,
Through love, bits of copper are turned to gold,
Through love, the dead become alive,
Through love, pain becomes a healing balm,
Through Love, thorns become roses
From moment to moment there is autumn and spring within thee,
Behold the garden of the heart, green, moist and fresh, full of rosebuds and jasmines
Love is higher than these two states of feeling, without spring, without autumn it is evergreen and fresh.