Your happy songs bring to me the scent of Heaven. Please keep singing!
I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.
Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!
Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved.
Don't see yourself as a body of clay; See yourself as a mirror reflecting the divine beauty.
What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.