Sweep out the chambers of your heart.
Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved.
When you depart out,
She will enter it.
In you, void of yourself,
will She display Her beauties.
The tavern-haunter wanders alone in a desolate place, seeing the whole world as a mirage.
The tavern-haunter is a seeker of Unity,
a soul freed from the shackles of herself.
Through the chamber of the heart is small,
it’s large enough for the Lord of both worlds
to gladly make Her home there.