If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
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Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: ‘You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.’
What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.
You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don’t know the value of your own soul, it’s all foolishness.
Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?