Hormuz l'île Rainbow

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

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?

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

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.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.

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

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

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

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

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.