Suddenly the torrent came and swept everything that I had...everything burnt from grain to straw and smoke came out of my heart! If my fortune is lost, I will not grieve! Why should I grieve? The halo of the light of my moon is more than enough for a hundred like me! The fellow said: "Prestige and stature will be decreased by spiritual unions!" Tell him: "You keep stature! I keep his love! His love is my fortune and stature! I desire not mastery and knowledge...knowing him is enough for me...in the middle of darkness, the light of his face is my crack of dawn! (Rumi Ghazal 1823)