Your love renders you impatient and disturbed. With such sincerity you have placed your head at her feet that you are oblivious to the world. When in the eyes of your beloved riches don't count, gold and dust are as one to you. You say that she dwells in your eyes - if they be closed, she is in your mind. If she demands your life, you place it in her hand; if she places a sword upon your head, you hold it forward. When earthly love produces such confusion and demands such obedience, don't you wonder if travelers of the road of God remain engulfed in the Ocean of Reality?