Dear Sohrabji.

May the Truth which is unbounded be your guide, and lead you to its infinite sovereignty, and hold you to its own. When we are true, we enjoy true heavenly happiness even if the whole world be up against us; but, if falsehood be reigning in our heart, we find the very hell raging hot within us with all its horrors therein, in spite of our finding the whole world at our feet.

Therefore, "May Truth, and only Truth, be your guide, friend and companion," is my blessing for your and yours.

– Merwan

A death has passed. Why has it been four years since the last volume was published? What happened? There is no one who can describe what can happen in the Beloved's path better than Hafiz (as translated by H. Wilburforest Clarke), and I can only say: "Sing, sing with Hafiz, but beware, beware what means the path 'of the Beloved's street.'"

– Lawrence Reiter

Hafiz had once a heart, believers, like you; a pitiful good heart,
A comrade true, a counselor and most faithful friend.
In the Beloved's street I lost my heart!
Skillful it was to aid and to advise, shelter and succor,
And exceedingly wise, the broken hearts of other folk to mend.
In the Beloved's street I lost my heart!
The street of my Beloved – it was there!
I became lost my friend: 0 perilous thoroughfare!
Most dangerous is my Beloved's street,
And most detaining to the robe of man.
In the Beloved's street I lost my heart!
O maze of honeycomb! 0 heavenly hive!
Bewildered, I wander on with tangled feet,
Seeking my heart in the Beloved's street;
But again it I never can find.
In the Beloved's street I lost my heart!
Would I had pearls for every tear I shed!
Sometimes I wonder if he lives,
And sometimes shudder lest he should be dead;
O never was such a case like mine.
In the Beloved's street I lost my heart!
Have pity! Honored once and wise,
Before he drank of passion's fatal wine,
Was he who comes now in a beggar's guise.
So sweet the song of Hafiz used to be,
Before my Beloved took my heart away from me,
Multitudes would hold their breath to hear,
As at the singing of a heavenly bird.
In the Beloved's street I lost my heart!
Perchance of Hafiz you have heard,
As of a man honored in all the schools,
A man of sense, and of judgment clear.
Believe it not! He is the greatest of fools!
In the Beloved's street I lost my heart!