Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself,

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

Return From Existence To Nonexistence. You Are Seeking The Lord And You Belong To Him. Nonexistence Is A Place Of Income; Flee It Not. This Existence Of More And Less Is A Place Of Expenditure.

People Want You To Be Happy, Don't Keep Serving Them Your Pain

Everyone Is So Afraid Of Death, But The Real Sufis Just Laugh: Nothing Tyrannizes Their Hearts. What Strikes The Oyster Shell Does Not Damage The Pearl

Go My Friend Bestow Your Love Even On Your Enemies If You Touch Their Hearts What Do You Think Will Happen.