The station where love transports is beyond the ken of faith.

One vision of Beloved is worth millions of pilgrimages.

Within me the searing fire of love burns, flames rage and smoke rises.

Fourteen realms are within my heart where fire of love has set up chambers.

Ruined in both the worlds are those who fail to find the Truth.

Half the curse is upon this world, and the whole upon its seekers.

Impure like a menstruating woman is this world.

I have found the holiest Ka’bah of love in the universe of my heart.

Born villains can never become faithful lovers.

Who pleases a broken heart earns years of worship.

Nobody can fathom hearts which are deeper than rivers and oceans.  

If truth is achieved by offering head, don’t be afraid of such death.

A single glance of a lover may cause a hundred million to swim ashore.

If you can get ‘secret’ for ‘head’, don’t let the deal fall through.

Enter the bazaar of love….

On the path of Faqr are shed blood tears.

My word is like a Divine Command. I can make fate and change destiny.  

Thousands and millions of Hatims stand begging at Bahu’s door.

Don’t claim equality with saints by just counting rosary beads!

You feel strangulated when giving, but storm like a tiger while receiving.

Rains are but vain where hearts are like stones.

Hats off to those who step ahead in the march of love!

How lucky are you who have found the Master!

Woe betide the heart that fails to strike the bargain of love!

Only those win the game of love who care least in losing the heads.

The heart that doesn’t purchase love can’t feel the ache of longing.

If an ounce of love is on offer, get it for maunds of faith.

Get love for books and scriptures, prayers and rituals.

There’s no smith like love, which leaves no traces of impurity in gold.

Lovers feel neither sleep nor hunger.

Lovers are eternally alive.

Those who find true love, keep mum.

Only those with good intentions can find God.

Without the Beloved it’s still dark, though many a moon may rise.

Glass merchants know not the worth of rubies and pearls.

People churn milk and yogurt but lovers churn fire.

Fourteen realms are within the heart where love has put up tents.

The world with it dazzling beauty tempts either a disbeliever or a hypocrite.

Two worlds are slaves to those who preserve Allah in heart.

Seekers after the world are dogs which wander from door to door and squander their lives in fight over bones.

Only hearts pierced with arrows of love achieve fana (annihilation).

Be lost in His thought and feel free from cares.

Do worship or you’ll regret the youth you waste in vain pursuits.

Nights I spend in shedding blood tears; days I pass in deep anguish.

The fire of longing has burnt my being.

Lovers offer prayers of love without uttering a single word.

In special prayer tongue does not stir, lips do not move.

Heedless heart turns idols’ abode.

If you are a lover, have a heart like a rock.

The heart that doesn’t purchase love fails in both the worlds.

Swim in the ocean of love in a manly manner.

Nobody can touch the heights scaled by lovers.

No matter if the body is away, my love is close to me in spirit.

He who has a single trace of love remains drunk without drinking.

Practise not alchemy when a glance may turn base metal into gold!

His remembrance consumes and leaves me restless.

Me ugly, my Beloved beautiful; how come I attract Him!

Baby crows never grow into swans, though nourished on pearls.

Those who deny love remain beset with woes.

One who seeks Faqr without knowledge will turn heretic and die a mad man.