Out of Your Love
Out of your love the fire of youth will rise. In the chest, visions of the soul will rise. If you are going to kill me, kill me, it is alright. When the friend kills, a new life will rise.
Out of your love the fire of youth will rise. In the chest, visions of the soul will rise. If you are going to kill me, kill me, it is alright. When the friend kills, a new life will rise.
How long will you think about this painful life? How long will you think about this harmful world? The only thing it can take from you is your body. Don’t say all this rubbish and stop thinking.
You personify God’s message. You reflect the King’s face. There is nothing in the universe that you are not Everything you want, look for it within yourself– you are that.
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing but a house. And this grand life of mine was nothing but an excuse. You’ve been hearing my story so patiently for a lifetime Now hear this: it was nothing but…
I see so deeply within myself. Not needing my eyes, I can see everything clearly. Why would I want to bother my eyes again Now that I see the world through His eyes?
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted. From that water of life he is in a state of elation. Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead. From then on, death lost all hope of…
If you show patience, I’ll rid you of this virtue. If you fall asleep, I’ll rub the sleep from your eyes. If you become a mountain, I’ll melt you in fire. And if you become an ocean, I’ll drink all…
All through eternity Beauty unveils His exquisite form in the solitude of nothingness; He holds a mirror to His Face and beholds His own beauty. he is the knower and the known, the seer and the seen; No eye but…
In love, aside from sipping the wine of timelessness, nothing else exists. There is no reason for living except for giving one’s life. I said, “First I know you, then I die.” He said, “For the one who knows Me,…
A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart; No sickness is there like sickness of heart. The lover’s ailment is different from all ailments; Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries. A lover may hanker after this…