“Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.”

While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.

All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Ask a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Oh! blame not the bard.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.

A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.

The ambitious will always be first in the crowd; he presseth forward, he looketh not behind him. More anguish is it to his mind to see one before him, than joy to leave thousands at a distance.

Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.

When by the flood of your tears, the inner and the outer have fused into One, you will find Her whom you sought with such anguish, nearer than the nearest, the very breath of life, the very core of every heart.

If it were possible to meet the Beloved while laughing and in a state of comfort, why should one suffer the anguish of separation?

Complete happiness lies in obedience to Allāh, and anguish is found in disobedience to Him and opposition against Him.

This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

I saw my parents as gods whose every wish must be obeyed or I would suffer the penalty of anguish and guilt.

The highest love. Highest power. I will let you in. Devour this anguish, I’m harboring, all to you, surrendering.