Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.
The undisciplined man doesn't wrong himself alone- he sets fire to the whole world.
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
He alone has the right to break, for He alone has the power to mend.
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
There's no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play.