شِوی منحصرترین آبشار خاورمیانه

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

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?

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

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

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

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

A man is insensible to the relish of prosperity &#39;til he has tasted adversity.

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

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

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

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.

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.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

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