When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death.
Saib TabriziThe roots of the aged palm tree exceed those of the young one; the old have a greater attachment to the world.
Saib TabriziThe weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night.
Saib TabriziWhen a man becomes old, his greed becomes young: sleep grows heavy at the time of morning.
Saib Tabrizi