When the eye becomes the heart, the heart becomes the eye.
Sleep is a mirror of life in which can be seen the reflection of death.
He who has no light in his heart, what will he gain from the festival of lamps.
In order to spend out our time (life) we sell some of this time. We work for someone, we labour. In freedom we do slavery.
A man is happy who is happy with his Naseeb(allotted portion).
Death is the protector of life and life is the process of death.