I went out into the garden in the morning dusk, When sorrow enveloped me like a cloud; And the breeze brought to my nostril the odor of spices, As balm of healing for a sick soul.

Dive into the sea of thought, and find there pearls beyond price.

The man who persists in knocking will succeed in entering.

Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.

Sorrow shatters my heart; And men distress it with blame, Because it follows love.

Love blinds us to faults, hatred to virtues.

Who ignores the time walks in darkness, and who explores it is illumined by a great light.