شِوی منحصرترین آبشار خاورمیانه

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

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

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

The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

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

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

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

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

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

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.