Always Alone

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