Land of the rising sun

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

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

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

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

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

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Don&#39;t be surprised at Fortune&#39;s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

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.

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