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

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

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

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

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

If there is a knower of tongues here, fetch him; There's a stranger in the city And he has many things to say.