The call of love is the sweetest.
And before love I only can be meek.
Love is mihrab of winds ascended to zenith.
Without waters from the country of the beloved
this world would have no life.
Become the slave of love without any hesitation
because for the noble there is no other light.
Everything is lie. Only love is true.
Photography and Translation by Sheikh Igor ibn Abi Sufyan-Marinovsky