Saeb Tabrizi

The joy of this world is steeped in the wound of regret; here, drinking wine is like swallowing glass.

Be content with the pale color the world's garden gives you, for the color red only appears through the blood of the heart.

Even if the outer eye has no leave to gaze, no one has closed the great highway of hearts.

The world shows no mercy even to its own; fire grants no safety to the one who worships it.

Every affair waits upon its time — when the moment came, a single dream freed the moon of Canaan from his chains.

In a workshop where no one values the work, whoever withdraws his hand from it is the more skillful craftsman.