Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

For a day, just for one day, talk about that which disturbs no one and bring some peace into those beautiful eyes.

Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun

People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I'm very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.