شِوی منحصرترین آبشار خاورمیانه

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.

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

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

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

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

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

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

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

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

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.

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

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.