The story of how the sea cow brought the Kavian pearl from the depths of the sea and placed it on the shore at night, grazing in its glow and radiance. A merchant emerges from hiding when the cow moves away from the pearl, covering it with mud and fleeing to a tree, and so the story goes on.
The sea cow brings the pearl from the sea and places it in the meadow, grazing around it.
In the light of the pearl, the sea cow grazes quickly on hyacinth and lily.
The sea cow's amber is cast because its food is narcissus and lotus.
Whoever's strength is the light of glory, how can pure magic not come from his lips?
Whoever is like a bee with divine inspiration, how can his home not be full of honey?
The cow grazes in the light of the pearl, suddenly moving away from the pearl.
A merchant places black mud at the entrance to darken the meadow and the green place.
Then the merchant flees to the tree, pursued by the cow with its strong horns.
The cow charges around the meadow twenty times to trap the enemy in its horns.
When the bull becomes hopeless, it returns to where the pearl was placed.
It sees the mud above the royal entrance and flees from the clay like a devil.
That devil is blind and deaf from the clay's essence; how can the cow know the pearl is in the mud?
"Descend" cast the soul into the depths, depriving it of prayer, this menstruation.
O friends, from this resting place and that speech, beware that desire is the menstruation of men.
"Descend" cast the soul into the body, so it remains hidden in the clay in Eden.
The merchant knows, but the cow does not; the people of the heart know, and every flower-seeker does not.
Every flower that has a pearl within its heart, its pearl reveals another's clay.
And the flower that received no light from the divine dew, could not endure the company of full-bloomed flowers.
This speech has no end, our mouse is on the lips of the stream, on our ears.
Returning to the story of the mouse seeking the owl by the stream's edge and pulling the thread until the owl is informed of its search in the water.
The one molded by love pulls the thread, hoping for union with the wise owl.
Moment by moment, it weaves on the thread of the heart, believing it has grasped the thread's end.
Like a thread, the heart and soul become visible, until the thread's end shows itself to me.
Suddenly, the crow of separation came, preying on the mouse and taking it from that place.
When the mouse rose into the air from the crow, the owl also withdrew from the depths of the water.
The mouse in the crow's beak and the owl too, hanging in the air with its feet in the reeds.
People said the crow, with trickery and deceit, how did it capture the water owl?
How did it enter the water and how did it seize it? The water owl was not the crow's prey.
The owl said this is the fate of one who, when without water, becomes the mate of a worthless one.
Oh, lament from the unkind companion, oh lament, seek good company, oh noble ones.
Do not become an idolater and do not say this, do not seek the essence of gender in appearance.
Appearance is like stone and rock, the inanimate has no knowledge of gender.
The soul is like an ant and the body like a grain of wheat, pulling it here and there every moment.
The ant knows that these grains are pledged, transforming and becoming of my kind.
One ant took a grain from the path, another ant took a grain and two.
The barley does not rush towards the wheat, but the ant comes towards the ant, indeed.
The movement of barley towards wheat is dependent, see the ant returning to its kind.
Do not say why the wheat went towards the barley, set your eyes on the enemy, not on the pledge.
The black ant on the black lip, the hidden ant, the grain visible on the path.
Reason says look well with your eyes, when does the grain ever go without a grain-bearer?
For this reason, it came to the companions of the dog, appearances are grains and the ant is the heart.
Thus Jesus goes towards the pure ones of the heavens, bad cages are different, one noble kind.
This cage is visible and that noble one hidden, without a cage, how can the cage be moved?
Oh, blessed is the eye whose reason is its leader, seeing the end, a scholar and a scribe.
Distinguish the ugly and the beautiful with reason, not with an eye that speaks of black and white.
The eye is deceived by the green of the meadow, reason says test it with the touchstone.
The bird's calamity is the eye that seeks pleasure, the bird's salvation is the reason that sees the trap.
There was another trap that reason did not perceive, divine revelation, seeing the unseen, hastened this way.
You know the kind and the unkind by reason, do not rush towards appearances.
Gender is not in appearance, not in "me" and "you," Jesus came in human form, the kind of angel.
He lifted him above this blue fortress, the celestial bird like the owl, crow-like.