A lover', said the hoopoe, now their guide,'Is one in whom all thoughts of self have died;Those who renounce the self deserve that name;Righteous or sinful, they are all the same!Your heart is thwarted by the self's control;Destroy its hold on you and reach your goal.Give up this hindrance, give up mortal sight,For only then can you approach the light.If you are told: "Renounce our Faith," obey!The self and Faith must both be tossed away;Blasphemers call such action blasphemy --Tell them that love exceeds mere piety.Love has no time for blasphemy or faith,Nor lovers for the self, that feeble wraith.