Hormuz l'île Rainbow

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

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

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

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

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

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

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.