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

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

The world is a playground -Indian

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.

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

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

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.