I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I died as an animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.

We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!

The life of this world is nothing but the harmony of opposites

Sit with lovers and choose their state. Do not stay long with those who are not living in the heart.

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.

The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.