One likes darkness, another is in the light.
Another drills to pile up worldly possessions.
What is, is in love, the rest is futile.
The world is nothing, its sultan and its shah all nothing.
Was there ever a sultan whose th
Rone survived?
Is there a lover in this world whose name will fade?
May God bless my father who told my teacher:
"Teach my son love’s lesson, and nothing else."
Look at the soil and rock of the desert;
they’re mourning Majnun’s tears.
If Mazun dies as a pauper,
write on his tombstone: This is love’s abode. And nothing else
