" The sign of being in love’s an aching heart; there is no suffering like the suffering heart. 110 The lover’s suffering’s like no other suffering: love is the astrolabe of God’s own mysteries. No matter whether love is of this world or of the next, it steals us to that world. Whatever words I say to explain this love, when I arrive at love, I am ashamed. Though language gives a clear account of love, yet love beyond all language is the clearer. The pen had gone at breakneck speed in writing, but when it came to love it split in two. 115 The explaining mind sleeps like an ass in mud, for love alone explains love and the lover. "

― Rumi , مثنوی معنوی