Land of the rising sun

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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