Through the eyes of those before..
30. The Beloved is all, the lover but a veil;
the Beloved is living, the lover a dead thing.
When Love has no care for him, he is left
as a bird without wings. Alas for him then!
How could I have consciousness of anything before or behind
when the light of my Beloved is not before me and behind?
Love wills that this Word be shown forth;
if the mirror does not reflect, how is that?
Do you know why the mirror of your soul reflects nothing?
Because the rust is not cleared from its face.
-Mathnawí Book 1, 30-34