And know that every love does not condemn its possessor to the extent that it deafens him from everything heard except what he hears from the words of his beloved, blinds him from every perspective except the face of his beloved, silences him from every speech except the mention of his beloved and the mention of the one who loves his beloved, and seals his heart so that nothing but love enters it. His beloved, and he throws his lock on the closet of his imagination, so he only imagines the image of his beloved, either from seeing his offering or from a description from which the imagination creates an image, and it is as it was said .

Your imagination is in my eyes And your remembrance is in my mouth *** and your resting place is in my heart, so where will you be absent ?

In him he hears and for him he hears and with him he sees and for him he sees and with him he speaks and for him he speaks. And I have attained the powe