Light Belongs To The Sun

Aren't you the soul; go past the colors, smells, shapes and signs, go towards the beloved, ride your horse to the land of no direction and no destination like a warrior, sacrifice your life like the generous. Don't get derailed with the distractions of smell and color; they are temporary like the wine in the jar, Light belongs to the Sun, not the house; the soul in the flesh, is a favor of the Beloved…
Sultan Walad - İbtidaname

Translated by Zafer Ali Gezgin