Land of the rising sun

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

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

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

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

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

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

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