Since you are My drunk, O My soul, don't worry about the troubles you have. Since you are My gazelle, O My soul, don't worry about the male lion. (more…)
This solitude is better than the company of thousands. This freedom is sweeter than owning the whole world. Being in God's vicinity for even a short time is worth more than the soul, more than the universe, more than all of this, more than all of that. Rubailer (2016), Rubai...
O beauty, you are a beautiful charmer. Give up acting with such poor appearance, such poor behavior. If you are content, luck will be a slave and servant for us. (more…)
Once I got a tiny whiff of Your scent, I was forced to go Your way. My color and scent were stolen by Yours. I was annihilated in the end, so nothing was left of me, not even a scent. No scent. Nothing. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 175.
Who is it that gives taste and charm to color and shape? When He hides, form becomes like a child of the devil. (more…)