朝阳之地

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.

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

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.

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

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

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

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don&#39;t know the value of your own soul, it&#39;s all foolishness.

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