The lover, out of boundless love, takes the form of the Beloved. Both are made of the same nectar and share the same food. Out of supreme love they swallow each other up. But separate again for the joy of being two. They are not completely the same but neither are they different.
None can tell exactly what they are.
How intense is their longing to be with each other. This is their greatest bliss. Never, even in jest, Do they allow their unity to be disturbed. That even though they have become this entire world, Never, for a moment, do they let a difference come between them. They sit together in the same place, both wearing a garment of light.