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

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

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.

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.

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

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