Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

Islam is itself destiny and will not suffer destiny.

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.

I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away With free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.

The standpoint of the man who relies on religious experience for capturing Reality must always remain individual and incommunicable.

Become dust - and they will throw thee in the air; Become stone - and they will throw thee on glass.

A wrong concept misleads the understanding; a wrong deed degrades the whole man, and may eventually demolish the structure of the human ego.