The Thirsty Look For Water,

When The Light Returns To Its Source, It Takes Nothing Of What It Has Illuminated.

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

The Spiritual Path Wrecks The Body And Afterwards Restores It To Health. It Destroys The House To Unearth The Treasure, And With That Treasure Builds It Better Than Before.

In Truth Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved, And Our Seeking Is His Seeking And Our Words Are His Words... We Search For Him Here And There, While Looking Right At Him. Sitting By His Side, We Ask: 'o Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?'

Its Good To Leave Each Day Behind, Like Flowing Water, Free Of Sadness. Yesterday Is Gone And Its Tale Told. Today New Seeds Are Growing.