CHAPTERLXXVII

chapterlxxvii

iii.60.calhamsâwâdes'jahân

omyheart!letusgotothatcountrywheredwellsthebeloved,

theravisherofmyheart!

thereloveisfillingherpitcherfromthewell,yetshehasno

ropewherewithtodrawwater;

therethecloudsdonotcoverthesky,yettherainfallsdownin

gentleshowers:

obodilessone!donotsitonyourdoorstep;goforthandbathe

yourselfinthatrain!

thereitisevermoonlightandneverdark;andwhospeaksofone

sunonly?thatlandisilluminatewiththeraysofamillion

suns.