For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.
What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.
if i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.