On waking Zayd realized that Whoever would find a place in that world must tread on the lusts of this world. This world is dust and is perishable. That world is pure and eternal. . . . Commit yourself to love's sanctuary and at once find freedom from your ego. Fly in love as an arrow towards its target.
Love loosens the knots of being, love is liberation from the vortex of egotism.
In love, every cup of sorrow which bites into the soul gives it new life. Many a draft bitter as poison has become in love delicious. However agonizing the experience, if it is for love it is well. So ends Nizami's poetic narrative of the story of Layla and Majnun, but to really appreciate and understand this work, it needs to be read, and savored, in full. It is, if that's what your heart hears.