Whoever can't see the whole in every part plays at blind man's bluff. A wise man tastes the entire Tigris in every sip.

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love,
that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

In the deadly sweep Of every wave, A thousand dangers lie in wait.

He gave me heaven and earth, and assumed I'd be satisfied; Actually I was too embarrassed to argue. The spiritual seekers are tired, two or three at each stage of the path. The rest who have given up never knew your address at all. There are so many in this gathering who wish the candle well. But if the being of the candle is melting, what can the sorrow-sharers do?

Whereas it is difficult for everything to work out easily, A man cannot even afford to be a human