I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.
What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.