Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.

On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.

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.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

When all your desires are distilled; You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy.

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.