Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!
I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.
Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
Don’t be surprised at Fortune’s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.
Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, ‘You owe me.’ Look what happens with A love like that. It lights the whole sky.