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

He gave me heaven and earth, and assumed I'd be satisfied; Actually I was too embarrassed to argue. The spiritual seekers are tired, two or three at each stage of the path. The rest who have given up never knew your address at all. There are so many in this gathering who wish the candle well. But if the being of the candle is melting, what can the sorrow-sharers do?

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

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

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

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.

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