The journey of Khusrow starts from the end. He begins with the end. Lives with death, and knows all by knowing none. He finds everything by being lost. How shall I relate love to you? Like a beautiful sunset in the world, it doesn’t last forever, only at a specific time and at a specific place will it exist. For lovers it is the night. Agony high in, death taking rounds, cries all around. The happy ones? Oh they slept long ago. Or perhaps the ignorant ones, shall I call them. The disciple of shams of Tabrez, made clear to you the distinction. We all are sent into this cage as a test. We all wake up in the morning. The differential factor is whether or not you go back to sleep. For the ignorant ones, they can feel free to go back to sleep. There is no instruction for them. Burak is only fairy tale for them. They might believe it, praise it, recite it to their children. But never have the faintest idea of it’s existence. If they see it with their own eyes they will say “it is only a horse”. Agree with them and come let’s fly. For you the one who know how to fly, the disciple of shams gave instructions, “don’t go back to sleep” he said.
