Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.
A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.
From myself I am copper, through you, friend, I am gold. From myself Iām a stone, but through you, I am a gem!
The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.
I came to this earth so that I could find my way back to my Beloved.
What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.