Let Us Put Away Our

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

By God, When You See Your Beauty You Will Be The Idol Of Yourself.

The Rose's Rarest Essence Lives In The Thorns.

Appear As You Are, Or Be As You Appear.

I Should Be Suspicious Of What I Want.