Go over and over your beads, paint weird designs on your forehead, wear your hear matted, long, and ostentatious, but when deep inside you there is a loaded gun, how can you have God?

I sell mirrors in the city of the blind.

I went in search of a bad person; I found none as I, seeing myself, found me the worst.

The external forces conceal from the eyes the deep meaning of existence; True faith resides in the heart.

My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky.

The essence of life is in remembering God.

My heart is so intoxicated with love that I have no wish to speak.