All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.
My friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house.
Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.
Smiles come best from those who weep.
This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.
Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.