Hafez

You will not know a detail of the mysteries of existence, as long as you are not disoriented in the circle of existence.

Where those of good repute reign, they do not let us pass. If you don't like it, modify the predestined fate.

Now that your worry has proved such an unlucrative business, Why not find a better job?

I once asked a bird, 'How do you fly in this gravity of darkness?' She responded, 'love lifts me.'

What Do sad people have in Common? It seems They have all built a shrine To the past And often go there And do a strange wail and Worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being So religious Like That.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

Every child has known God, Not the God of names, Not the God of don'ts, Not the God who ever does anything weird, But the God who knows only four words. And keeps repeating them, saying: 'Come dance with me, come dance.'

Resist your temptation to lie. By speaking of separation from God, Otherwise, We might have to medicate. You. In the ocean.

The earth is a tavern, and we are all drunkards. Some are drunk with wine, others with ambition, still others with love.

Don't be afraid of the wine, for its essence is the light of God. Don't be afraid of the tavern, for it is the house of God.

The world is a bride, and you are her groom; do not be deceived by her beauty, for she is faithless.

If the beloved is a Christian, what concern is it of yours? If she is a pagan, what concern is it of yours?

The religious hypocrite, in his prayer, thinks of nothing but his own reputation.

Better to be a drunkard and a lover than a pious hypocrite.

The Sufi's cloak and the dervish's cap are but veils for their true nature.

Do not seek morality from the preacher, for he himself is devoid of it.

The pious man, with his rosary and prayer rug, is often more distant from God than the lover in the tavern.

The garden of paradise is but a reflection of the beloved's face.

Love is a fire that burns everything but the beloved.