Then said Almitra, speak to us of love
and he raised his head and looked upon the people, and
there fell a stillness upon them.
and with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you
believe in him,
though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you
so he shall crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height
and caresses your tenderest branches
that quiver in the sun,
so he shall descend to your roots and shake them
in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn
he gathers you unto himself.
He threshers you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you
to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your heart,
and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear
you would seek only love's peace
and love's pleasure
then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, 
but not all of your laughter, and weep,
but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; for love
is sufficient unto love.
When you love
you should not say, "God is in my heart",
but rather,
"I am in the heart of God".
And think not you can direct the course of love,
for love, if it finds you worthy,
directs your course.
Love
has no desire
other than to fulfil itself.
But if you love
and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires:
To melt
and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep
with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips.
