Within tears, find hidden laughter Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.

Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.

Beyond the rightness or wrongness of things there is a field, I'll meet you there

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.