Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren’t in love.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.

When you're traveling, ask the traveler for advice / not someone whose lameness keeps him in one place.

When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

If you want to ascend like the Prophet to the sky of immortality, know this very well: Fasting is your Arabian stallion.

Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one