A man loved a woman. He asked her to meet him at night. She finished doing her wash and came, but he had fallen asleep. She put three walnuts in his pocket and left. The man awoke and understood her sign. You are still a child, not a lover. Play with these walnuts. Roll them along the ground. A lover is willing to sacrifice anything, life, waking, sleep, a sense of self. True lovers give these up easily for a chance to be with the Friend.
— Bahauddin , The Drowned Book by Coleman Barks, John Moyne