For some background on the 13th c. CE Sufi and poet Fakhruddin Iraqi, see this post.

Love plays its lute behind the screen —
where is a lover to listen to its tune?

With every breath a new song,
each split second a new string plucked.

The world has spilled Love’s secret —
when could music ever hold its tongue?

Every atom babbles the mystery —
Listen yourself, for I’m no tattletale!

Translation William Chittick & Nasr Seyyed Hossein