The intellectual is always showing off; 
the lover is always getting lost. 
The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning; 
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose; 
lovers are ashamed to rest. 
The lover is always alone, 
even surrounded with people; 
like water and oil, he remains apart.

The man who goes to the trouble
of giving advice to a lover gets nothing. 
He's mocked by passion. 
Love is like musk. It attracts attention. 
Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.

- Rumi

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