This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love,
that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.

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

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

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

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