When You Do Things From Your Soul,

Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/ Look For The Remedy Inside The Pain/ Because The Rose Came From The Thorn/ And The Ruby Came From A Stone.

My Beloved Grows Right Out Of My Own Heart. How Much More Union Can There Be.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Hear.

When Love First Tasted The Lips Of Being Human, It Started Singing.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.