"The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered this, replace all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence."
O prisoner of time, I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity, And I wished this treasure to be known, So I created a mirror: Its shining face, the heart; Is darkened back, the world; The back would please you if you've never seen the face.
Whatever happens to you, don't fall in despair. Even if all the doors are closed, a secret path will be there for you that no one knows. You can't see it yet but so many paradises are at the end of this path. Be grateful! It is easy to thank after obtaining what you want, thank before having what you want.
O day, arise! The atoms are dancing. The souls are dancing, overcome with ecstasy. I'll whisper in your ear where their dance is leading them. All the atoms in the air and in the desert know well, they seem insane. Every single atom, happy... or miserable, becomes enamoured of the Sun, of which nothing can be said.