The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.

Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.

Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.