When the love lion wants to drink our blood, we let him.
Every moment we offer up a new soul. Someone comes to collect the turban and the shoes.
Calm in the midst of lightning
stands the cause of lightning.
The way I look is so fragile, yet here in my hand is an assurance of eternity.
A snake drags along looking for the ocean. What would it do with it?
If for penance, you crush grapes, you may as well drink the wine.
You imagine that the old Sufis
had dark sediment in their cups. It does not matter what you think.
The flower that does not smile at the branch
withers.
Shams Tabriz rises as the sun. It is night now. What is the point of counting stars?
Adam A. Azim 