Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

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

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”

“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun?”

“مـا أغربنـي عندما آشكـو آلماً فيه لذتـي”