When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death.
Saib TabriziThe wave is ignorant of the true nature of the sea: how can the temporal comprehend the eternal?
Saib TabriziThe march of good fortune has backward slips: to retreat one or two paces gives wings to the jumper.
Saib TabriziThe rosary in the hand, repentance on the lips, and the heart full of sinful longings-sin itself laughs at our repentance!
Saib Tabrizi