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

Alas, not all things in life are easy; Even man struggles to be human.

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.

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.

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.

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