Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.