In order to draw blood from Majnun the surgeon sharpened his lancet. Majnun wept and said, “I fear that in place of blood out will flow longing for Layla.” - Nezami
*Rumi’s last letter to Shams
First war resembles a beautiful girl we all want to flirt with and believe. Later, it’s more a repulsive old whore, whose callers are bitter and grieve.- Samuel HaNagid
In the breast, knowledge is a lighted lantern; and on thy breast tis a coat of [nail] to ward off evil. - Rudaki *1914, Jewish scribes at the Tomb of Ezekiel near Babylon
One night desperate Majnun prayed tearfully, ‘O Lord of mine who has abandoned me, why has thou “Majnun” called me? Why has thou made a lover of Leila for me? Thou hast made me a pillow of wild thorns; made me roam day and night without a home. What does thou want from my imprisonment? O Lord of mine, listen to my plea. - Nizami
Since the day I may join my beloved is nowhere in sight, slowly I turn away from this love. ‘Impossible!’ my heart cries out, - it shakes its head and smirks at my sad plight.
The words you utter for the sake of faith, be they Hebrew or Syriac, are the same; the house you seek for the sake of truth, be it in the East or the West is alike. - Sana’i
Our Plato! Galen! By Love our earthly flesh borne to heavens; our mountains made supple moved to dance. Love moved Mount Sinai, my love, and it made Moses swoon. - Rumi
She married me, in spite of the tribe; and she travelled with me, in spite of the tribe. She gave me Zeynab and Omar, in spite of the tribe. [And] when I used to ask her, ‘Why she would take me?’ - like a child, against her chest… ‘Because you are my tribe.’ - N. Qabbani
On nights of torment and sorrow it’s waters saturates the pillow. It comes like the smell of moss with green steps. To touch my right palm with a jasmine sprig… Wake up, wake up. I am the river. Don’t you love me? Don’t you want to reach Basra on the wings of the pillow? Oh river, I am awake."On my pillow a drop that tastes like moss…" It’s Basra. - Saadi Y.