This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to
Two there are who are never satisfied: The lover of the world and the lover
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself? Rumi و تو؟کی آن
Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy. Rumi Ранҷ як ҳадя аст. Дар
I know you’re tired but come, this is the way. Rumi Медонам, ки шумо хастаед,