I died as a mineral and became a plant,I died as a plant and rose to animal,I died as an animal and I was Man.Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Don’t grieve.Anything you lose comes round in another form.The child weaned from mother’s milkNow drinks wine and honey mixed.God’s joys move from unmarked box to unmarked box,from cell to cell.As rainwater,down into flowerbedAnd roses, up from ground.
The sect of lovers is distinct from all others,Lovers have a religion and a faith of their own. Attributed A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)
If for the Faith thou bear’st thy wealth, it thenThe Prophet says, is pure to righteous men. Attributed A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)