Purify yourself from the attributes of self, so that you may see your own pure, untarnished essence.
Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.