I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?

Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

Don't dismiss the heart, even if it's filled with sorrow. God's treasures are buried in broken hearts.

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.