If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don't know the value of your own soul, it's all foolishness.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

Inside any deep asking is the answering.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.