Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom

Lovers Have Heartaches That Can't Be Cured By Drugs Or Sleep, Or Games, But Only By Seeing Their Beloved.

Bitter Your Acts, Bitter Am I, Kindness Your Deeds, Kindness Am I, Pleasant And Gentle, So You Are, Fine Honeyed Lips And Sweet Talker.

Whoever Is Sitting With Friends Is In The Midst Of A Flower Garden, Though He May Be In The Fire. Whoever Sits With An Enemy Is In The Fire, Even Though He Is In The Midst Of A Garden.

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits Except In Your Mind. Its Presence Is More Beautiful Than The Stars With More Clarity Than The Polished Mirror Of Your Heart.

We May Know Who We Are Or We May Not. We May Be Muslims, Jews Or Christians But Until Our Hearts Become The Mould For Every Heart We Will See Only Our Differences.