Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!
A thief loves the night. I am day. I reveal essences.
If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly.
There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.
What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?