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.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

Pulling out the chair beneath your mind And watching you fall upon God What else is there for Hafiz to do that is any fun in this world!

Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.