The world will know when the flood of conversation will emerge from my heart. This is not my silence, but is the shrine of the word of my Longing.

As the ocean wave said, ‘My dignity is established by flowing’. The pearl said, ‘Sitting in shell is the safety of my brightness’.

Whose temperament does not deserve are not improved by training; reflection of the river bank's cypress does not prosper by living in the water.

I did not see any heart in which Longing is not concealed O God! What is Thy universe! It is a picture gallery of Longing.

It dawned after death that our life was a spell of greed: What we called material body, was dust cloud of greed's lane.

Why am I the embodiment of search if nothing is concealed? The sight is Longing for the Spectacle, the heart is mad after the Search.

The garden's flower bud asked the gardener, ‘Why is Man so heartless? The breaking of my wine glass is occasion for smile in your eyes.

The effulgence of Love emanates from every speck of the existence' garden; if you know the reality of rose, it is also a combination of colour and fragrance.’

All my writings are anachronism; my poetry is completely defective; if somebody sees some skill in me it is the fault of my critic.

Decorum requires silence; otherwise Thy Mercy is worse than Tyranny. Thou hast given a tiny heart, which also is misled towards greed.

Unity's perfection is so evident that if you cut with the knife's tip; sure you would see human blood trickling out of the rose' vein.

The age of taqlid has passed, allegorism should depart! When the Truth itself is evident who is authorized to talk?

If I am far from home, my relatives should not be sad; like pearl separation from home is perfecting my elegance.