Khaqani

"The bird that sings the song of pain is love The courier who knows the tongue of the Unseen is love The existence that call you to nonexistence is love And that which redeems you from you is love"

"Do you know what I benefitted from this world? Nothing And what I gained from the days of life? Nothing I am a candle of wisdom; but when extinguished, nothing I am the cup of Jamshid; but when broken nothing"

"To me the heart is a sheikh who teaches me, And I am the child who understands his language. When I bow my head I pay him my fee, When I put my head on my knees I attend his school. Not on every knee his school can be found; Not all moments are tablets to receive his words. Not every sea hides shells, Not every drop is an April shower. Kneeling down is only a school, Like Noah's Ark, to him Whose sorrow is a frothing Flood, To whom Ararat is a heaven. However, to him who, once, Enters this school be kneeling down, The Ararat will not be higher than his ankle-bone, The Flood will not reach his shank. No one qualifies for this school Unless he has a sorrow so great that, With each breath he inhales, four Floods Invade the four elements of his body. The school of kneeling down is meant Especially for those men who, being lions, Like a dog shy away behind a knee From all the agitation among men."