Hormuz l'île Rainbow

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

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

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

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

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

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

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

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

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

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