My secret is not far from my lament; but eye and ear lack that light.
سرّ من از نالهٔ من دور نیست / لیک چشم و گوش را آن نور نیست
Sırr-ı men ez nâle-i men dûr nîst / Lîk çeşm ü gûş râ ân nûr nîst
Rumi, Masnavi I/7.
The secret is not hidden far away.
It rests in the voice of the one weeping.
Everyone hears that voice.
Few truly listen.
The eye looks, the ear listens.
It is not enough.
That light comes from elsewhere.
How many times has something like this
passed through the voice of the person beside you,
and you heard only the words?
Listen again.