In love, there are no days or nights,
For lovers it is all the same.
The musicians have gone, yet the sufis listen;
In love, there is a beginning but no end.
Each has a name for his beloved,
But for me my beloved is nameless.
Sa’di, if you destroy an idol,
Then destroy the idol of the self.
Way of Holy Ones
How could I ever thank my friend?, No thanks could ever begin to be worthy. Every hair of my body is a gift from him; How could I thank him for each hair?, Praise that ...
Everyone thinks himself perfect in intellect and his child in beauty.
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