I went to the root of things, and found nothing but Him alone.
I know a cure for sadness: Let our hands touch something that makes your eyes smile.
O my companion, Worldly comfort is an illusion, As soon you get it, it goes.
Only those who have felt the knife can understand the wound, only the jeweller knows the nature of the jewel.
If living on fruits and water is of superior merit, monkeys and fish will go to heaven before men.
He lives century after century, and the test I set for him he has passed.