For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.

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

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

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

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

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.

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