Those who have not been separated from their Beloved will not understand my night without my love. Without my Beloved I was a prisoner in my home, so that the others would not see my pain; The sorrow of the nightingale, the yearning of the bud. Only the flower in the garden can understand. All who are not caught in the pain of love will not find a balm for Attar’s pain.
– Farid ud-Din Attar rahimahu Llah –