Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.

One drop of that ocean is Hope, and the rest is fear.

You transform all those who are touched by You.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.