She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.

You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.

Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?

If you have not learned to be a passionate lover, do not count your life as lived. On the day of reckoning, it will not be counted.

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.

I made an oath to myself: as long as I live as long as my soul remains in this body I won't deviate from the right way but later I looked to my left and then to my right and I saw our beloved everywhere how could I make a wrong turn?

Your calling my name is My reply. Your longing for Me is My message to you.