Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

God created music as a common language for all men. It inspires the poets, the composers and the architects. It lures us to search our souls for the meaning of the mysteries described in ancient books.

Love is the veil between lover and lover.

They tell me: If you see a slave sleeping, do not wake him lest he be dreaming of freedom. I tell them: If you see a slave sleeping, wake him and explain to him freedom.

The nearest to my heart are a king without a kingdom and a poor man who does not know how to beg.

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem