The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.

You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?

Mount the stallion of love and do not fear the path, love’s stallion knows the way exactly. With one leap, Love’s horse will carry you home.

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

Die happily and look forward to taking up a new and better form. Like the sun, only when you set in the west can you rise in the east.

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

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.