شِوی منحصرترین آبشار خاورمیانه

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

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

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

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

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

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

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?

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.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

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.

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.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

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