The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.

Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.

The world is no more than the Beloved's face. And the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

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.

Since sorrow follows joy As autumn does the spring Man must transcend the joys Of earth, which sorrows bring.