The lament of the reed-flute is a symbol of the soul’s sorrow at being parted from the Diving Beloved. Listen to this reed, how it makes complaint, telling a tale of separation; I want a breast torn asunder by severance, so that I may fully declare the agony of yearning. Everyone who is sundered far from his origin longs to recapture the time when he was reunited with it. In every company I have poured forth my lament, I have consorted alike with the miserable and the happy. My secret indeed is not remote from my lament, but eye and ear lack the light to perceive it. Only the senseless is intimate with the mysteries of this Sense.