And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

“As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.”

“يا إله النفوس أيها القدر الرحيم الساهر على نفوسنا التائهة المجنونةالهي وأنا ناق…”

“You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.”

“الحب كالموت يغير كل شيء.”