Run my dear,From anythingThat may not strengthenYour precious budding wings.

What good in being a solitary, secret drinker?We’re all drunkards together – let’s leave it at that.

An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.

You don’t have to act crazy anymore—We all know you were good at that,Now retire, my dear,From all that hard work you doOf bringing pain to your sweet eyes and heart.Look in a clear mountain...

Build a House for men and birds.Sit with them and play music.For a day, for just one day,talk about that which disturbs no oneand bring some peace,my friend,into your beautiful eyes.

The small woman Builds cages for everyone She Knows. While the sage, Who has to duck her head When the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the Beautiful Rowdy Prisoners (Courtesy...

Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

My whole desire is to burn myself away.

Your love should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger / Only to someone who has the valor and daring to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife / Then weave...

Light will someday split you open

What’s all this hiding happiness and wine away?I’ve lined up with the libertines now, come what may.

There is no faith in the smile of the rose

When no one is looking,I swallow deserts and cloudsand chew on mountainsknowing they are sweet bones!When no one is lookingand I want to kiss God,I just lift my own hand to my mouth.

In love, the Sufi meeting houseAnd wine-shop are one place;As are all places where we findThe loved one’s radiant race;And what the Sufis make a show ofCan be found equallyAmong the monks, before their cross,Within...

And still, after all this time,The sun never says to the earth,”You owe Me.”Look what happens withA love like that,It lights the Whole Sky.

Come, let’s get drunk, even if it is our ruin:For sometimes under ruins one finds treasure.