The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.
Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.
Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.
Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret
An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.
Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.