Land of the rising sun

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.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.