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

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

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

Love cannot be seeded into someone. It is a fire that is difficult to kindle but once it takes on, it is equally difficult to extinguish.

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

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