• The pavilion of love can be raised only on ground that is spotless and clear.

Cleanse your heart of all but Us—and every taint besides;
Our court stands open to whoever makes it pure.
Patience is the cipher to the treasure of Our union;
Whoever solves that cipher gains the treasure itself. (1)

• Realize the worth of what you have let slip away, and weep as one who knows the measure of his loss.

• If you pictured how near the loved ones truly are, you would hold a funeral for your own remoteness.

• Were you to inhale the breeze of the pre-dawn hours, your wine-dazed heart would awaken.

• Whoever thinks the road too long will find his steps grow weak:

You are no true lover if you complain,
“The nights are endless, the deserts far.” (2)

• Do you not know that when a truthful man sets his mind on something, he fixes his resolve squarely before his eyes?! (3)

• When the heat of August settles in the heart, the showers of March descend upon the eyes.

• The watchmen found their sleepless vigil easy once they learned their voices reached the King.

• To one who has glimpsed the Hereafter, parting from this world becomes light.

• When the hawk sights its prey, it forgets the familiar comfort of the falconer’s hand.

• O feet of patience, press on—only a little remains.