O God, What is more painful than for the beloved to be rich and the lover poor?

Do not remain a man of intellect among the lovers, especially if you love that sweet-faced Beloved.
May the men of intellect stay far from the lovers, may the smell of dung stay far from the east wind!
If a man of intellect should enter, tell him the way is blocked, but if a lover should come, extend him a hundred welcomes!
By the time intellect has deliberated and reflected, love has flown to the seventh heaven.
By the time intellect has found a camel for the Hajj, love has circled the Ka`bah
Love has come and covered my mouth.
It says, “Throw away your poetry, and come to the stars!”

-Rumi