Why hast thou made me born in this country, The inhabitant of which is satisfied with being a slave?

It is the nature of the self to manifest itself, In every atom slumbers the might of the self.

I have never considered myself a poet. I have no interest in poetic artistry.

The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery.

Be not entangled in this world of days and nights; Thou hast another time and space as well.

If faith is lost, there is no security and there is no life for him who does not adhere to religion.

God is not a dead equation!