Fakhruddin 'Iraqi

“Love the phoenix cannot be trappednor in heaven or earth can it be named;no one has yet discovered its address:its desert holds not a single footprint.The world drains the last drops from its cupthough itself it is not outside the glass;dawn and dusk I caress its face, its tresses,though where it is no day or night exists.Morning-breeze, if you pass its laneI have no message for it but this:My repose, who are my very life, without youI can take no single breath at ease.”