Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.
Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.
With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.