If The Wine Drinker Has A Deep

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

Everyone Is So Afraid Of Death, But The Real Sufis Just Laugh: Nothing Tyrannizes Their Hearts. What Strikes The Oyster Shell Does Not Damage The Pearl

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet.

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.

I Have Lived On The Lip Of Insanity, Wanting To Know Reasons, Knocking On A Door. It Opens. I've Been Knocking From The Inside.