"True love has be-guided me, O friend! Reveal to me the land of my Beloved. At my parents' I was an innocent maid. With love to me He has robbed me of my heart. Logic, semantics and a store of knowledge— Such pedantry has left me devoid of Him. Of what use are fasts and prayers to them, Who have drunk deep from the front of love? Sitting in the company of the Spouse, Bullah is free from all rituals, O friend!"