The intellectual is always showing
off,
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away.
afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love
is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose;
lovers are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone.
even surrounded by people;
like water and oil, he remains
apart.
The man who goes to the
trouble
of giving advice to a lover
get nothing. He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk. It attracts
attention.
Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.
Kulliyat-e Shams, 21
Rumi
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