I Am The Glorious Sun, The Ocean

What Shall I Say, O Muslims, I Know Not Myself, I Am Neither A Christian, Nor A Jew, Nor A Zoroastrian, Nor A Muslim.

You Fill Yourself With The Sharp Pain Of Love, Rather Than Its Fulfillment.

Poetry Can Be Dangerous, Especially Beautiful Poetry, Because It Gives The Illusion Of Having Had The Experience Without Actually Going Through It.

Hungry, You're A Dog, Angry And Bad-natured. Having Eaten Your Fill, You Become A Carcass; You Lie Down Like A Wall, Senseless. At One Time A Dog, At Another Time A Carcass, How Will You Run With Lions, Or Follow The Saints?

When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness Of The Night Sky, Climb Up On The Roof And Dance And Say, Like This?