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

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.

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

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 a playground -Indian