Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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.

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

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

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

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

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.

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.