Only he whose garment is rent by the violence of love is wholly pure from covetousness and sin.
Hail to thee, O Love, sweet madness! Thou who heal all our infirmities.
Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven, and makes the very hills to dance with joy!
A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart; no sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover’s ailment is different from all ailments; Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.
However much we describe and explain love, when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, but love unexplained is clearer.
When pen hasted to write, on reaching the subject of love it split in twain.
When the discourse touched on the matter of love, pen was broken and paper torn.
Only love itself can explain love and lovers.
The fertile garden of love, as it is boundless, contains other fruits besides joy and sorrow.
Love and tenderness are qualities of humanity, passion and lust are qualities of animality.
Woman is a ray of God, not a mere mistress, the Creator’s self, as it were, not a mere creature.
The lover’s love is visible but love depends not on outward form or face.
Through love bitter things seem sweet, through love bits of copper are made gold.
Through love thorns become roses, through love vinegar becomes sweet wine.
Through love burning fire is pleasing light.
Through love Ghouls turn into angels.
Kindle in thy heart the flame of love, and burn up utterly thoughts and fine expressions.
Love is fearless in the midst of the sea of fear.
One who is really loved is the single object of her lover, the Alpha and Omega of his desires.
With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven,
With thee a prison would be a rose garden.
With thee hell would be a mansion of delight,
Without thee lilies and roses would be as flames of fire.
The torch of love is all sweetness.
The love of the soul is for life and the living one, because its origin is the Soul not bound to place.
Love is as the ark appointed for the righteous, which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape.
Love is a perfect muzzle of evil suggestions; without love who ever succeeded in stopping them?
Be a lover, and seek that fair beauty, hunt for that waterfowl in every stream.
Hail to thee, O Love, sweet madness! Thou who heal all our infirmities.
Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven, and makes the very hills to dance with joy!
A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart; no sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover’s ailment is different from all ailments; Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.
However much we describe and explain love, when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, but love unexplained is clearer.
When pen hasted to write, on reaching the subject of love it split in twain.
When the discourse touched on the matter of love, pen was broken and paper torn.
Only love itself can explain love and lovers.
The fertile garden of love, as it is boundless, contains other fruits besides joy and sorrow.
Love and tenderness are qualities of humanity, passion and lust are qualities of animality.
Woman is a ray of God, not a mere mistress, the Creator’s self, as it were, not a mere creature.
The lover’s love is visible but love depends not on outward form or face.
Through love bitter things seem sweet, through love bits of copper are made gold.
Through love thorns become roses, through love vinegar becomes sweet wine.
Through love burning fire is pleasing light.
Through love Ghouls turn into angels.
Kindle in thy heart the flame of love, and burn up utterly thoughts and fine expressions.
Love is fearless in the midst of the sea of fear.
One who is really loved is the single object of her lover, the Alpha and Omega of his desires.
With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven,
With thee a prison would be a rose garden.
With thee hell would be a mansion of delight,
Without thee lilies and roses would be as flames of fire.
The torch of love is all sweetness.
The love of the soul is for life and the living one, because its origin is the Soul not bound to place.
Love is as the ark appointed for the righteous, which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape.
Love is a perfect muzzle of evil suggestions; without love who ever succeeded in stopping them?
Be a lover, and seek that fair beauty, hunt for that waterfowl in every stream.
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