Gleanings151/GPT5 3

O mortal nightingales, in the everlasting garden a blossom has opened such that all other flowers beside it are like thorns, and the very essence of beauty is of no worth before it. Cry out from your very life, sing forth from your heart, drink from your spirit, and strive with your body, that perhaps you may enter the garden of reunion, inhale the fragrance of the peerless flower, partake of the imperishable meeting, and not be heedless of this sweet, spiritual morning breeze, nor remain deprived of this sacred, heavenly scent.