Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.

Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.

Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.

You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?

No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.