An eternal fort over Azerbaijan's mountains

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.

Rumi

The countryside

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

Rumi

Immortal Fort

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.

Saadi

Green slopes surrounding the castle