The free by dint of faqr; life’s secrets can disclose: With Gabriel faqr is bound by ties of kinship close.

The scholar, mystic and the bard, by thinking wrong: Many a bark have sunk that was sound and strong.

You need a burning glance that cows down lions bold: Only the sheep and goats heave sighs deep and cold.

Love’s physician scanned my face and thus he did bespeak: ‘You have no ailment, but your zeal is faint and weak’.

The soul that knows no stain is something quite discreet: The glow and tint of blood is wrought by bread and meat.