The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.
Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.
Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.
By the mercy of Allah Paradise has eight doors one of those is the door of repentance, child. All the others are sometimes open, sometimes shut, but the door of repentance is never closed. Come seize the opportunity: the door is open; carry your baggage there at once.