Do not be saddened by any joy that has passed, for it will surely return to you in another form.
Just as a child is weaned from milk by nurses, once weaned, they find joy in wine and honey.
This joy is something unique that appears in different forms, moving from vessel to vessel amidst water and clay.
It suddenly reveals itself in the rainwater, then emerges in the garden, rising from the earth.
Sometimes it comes through water, sometimes through bread and meat, sometimes through a beloved, and sometimes through a horse and saddle.
Beyond these veils, it suddenly appears one day, breaking all idols, being neither this nor that.
The soul rises from the body in sleep, seeing visions, while the body becomes inactive, revealing another form.
You say, "In my dream, I saw myself like a cypress, my face like a field of tulips, and my body like roses and jasmine."
That vision of the cypress fades, and the soul returns home. Indeed, in this and that, there is a lesson for the world.
I fear discord, otherwise, I would have spoken more; God speaks better than I, so do not abandon the faith.
If you lack wheat bread, speak of wheat.
Finally, O soul of Tabriz, look into the stars of the heart to see the sun of the world as the reflection of the sun of faith.