Let’s have a little poetic inspiration. Brace yourselves, there’s a rose, and even veils, but no alcohol (metaphorical or otherwise). I declare this poem Halalian:
‘Hidden behind the veil of mystery,
Beauty is eternally free from the slightest stain of imperfection.
From the atoms of the world, He created a multitude of mirrors;
into each one of them He cast the image of His Face;
to the awakened eye, anything that appears beautiful
is only a reflection of that Face.
Now that you have seen the reflection, hurry to its Source;
in that primordial Light the reflection vanishes completely.
Do not linger far from that primal Source;
when the reflection fades, you will be lost in darkness.
The reflection is as transient as the smile of a rose;
if you want permanence, turn towards the Source;
if you want fidelity, look to the Mine of faithfulness.
Why tear your soul apart over something here one moment and gone the next?’
Jami, translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut – ‘Perfume of the Desert’