"They find all words of sense to be meaningless, and senseless words to be full of meaning."

 

"The dwellers of this abode know not the destination, yet they spur on their chargers. They see naught in the Beloved but His very Self. They find all words of sense to be meaningless, and senseless words to be full of meaning. They cannot distinguish head from foot or one limb from another. To them the mirage is water itself and departure is the mystery of return. Wherefore hath it been said: 

The story of Thy beauty reached the hermit’s dell; 

Crazed, he sought the Tavern where the wine they buy and sell. 

The love of Thee hath levelled down the fort of patience; 

The pain of Thee hath firmly barred the gate of hope as well." ¹¹⁸

~Baha'u'llah

(The Call of the Divine Beloved)
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118. Sa'dí