Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.
Think of suffering as being washed.
When you can make others laugh with jokes that belittle no one and your words always unite, Hafiz will vote for you to be God.
Your life within God's arms, Your dance within God's arms, Is already Perfect!
The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.
A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.