Where the Darak Desert meets the Sea

Aydin Alizadeh

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We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Rumi

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

Saadi

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

Rumi

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Hafez

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

Saadi

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

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

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

Rumi

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Rumi

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Where the Darak Desert meets the Sea

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Where the Darak Desert meets the Sea

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Rumi

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

Saadi

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

Rumi

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Hafez

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

Saadi

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

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

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

Rumi

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Rumi

Where the Darak Desert meets the Sea

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