“I doubt my doubt, doubt itself is unsureI love, but who is it for whom I sigh?Not Muslim, yet not heathen; who am I?”

“Heart’s blood and bitter pain belong to love,And tales of problems no one can remove;Cupbearer, fill the bowl with blood, not wine -And if you lack the heart’s rich blood take mine.Love thrives on inextinguishable pain,Which tears the soul, then knits the threads again.A mote of love exceeds all bounds; it givesThe vital essence to whatever lives.But where love thrives, there pain is always found;Angels alone escape this weary round -They love without that savage agonyWhich is reserved for vexed humanity.”

“How arrogant you areTo think your wretched Self so singular!The disappointments of this world will dieIn less time than the blinking of an eye,And as the earth must pass, pass by the earth Don't even glance at it, know what it's worth;What empty foolishness it is to careFor what must one day be dispersed to air!”

“Come you lost Atoms to your Centre draw,And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw”

“The world is a talisman with treasures in its depth.yet,the talisman will be removed,along with the body chains.as the talisman is gone,the life appears.then another talisman awaits your life;in the unseen your life is abody ,a new strife.”

“A thousand for his love expired each day,And those who saw his face, in blank dismayWould rave and grieve and mourn their lives away-To die for love of that bewitching sightWas worth a hundred lives without his light.None could survive his absence patiently,None could endure this king's proximity-How strange it was that man could neither brookThe presence nor the absence of his look!”

“He who would know the secret of both worlds will find that the secret of them both is Love.”