The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

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

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

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

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

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