THE BIRTH and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.

I.39. are man, dhiraj kahe na dharai
WHY SO impatient, my heart?
He who watches over birds, beasts, and insects,
He who cared for you whilst you were yet in your mother's womb,
Shall He not care for you now that you are come forth?
Oh my heart, how could you turn from the smile of your Lord and wander so far from Him?
You have left your Beloved and are thinking of others: and this is why all your work is in vain.

DARKNESS is the veiled bride
silently waiting for the errant light
to return to her bosom.