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

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

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

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.

Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.

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

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