My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.
Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.
We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!
We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.
Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one