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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.