Where the Darak Desert meets the Sea

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Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Rumi

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Rumi

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Hafez

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

Saadi

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?

Rumi

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

Saadi

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

Saadi

The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

Saadi

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Where the Darak Desert meets the Sea

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Where the Darak Desert meets the Sea

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Rumi

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Rumi

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Hafez

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

Saadi

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?

Rumi

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

Saadi

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

Saadi

The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

Saadi

Where the Darak Desert meets the Sea

Weather - chabahar

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