If These Poems Repeat Themselves,

This Is The Essence Of All Sciences - That You Should Know Who You Will Be When The Day Of Reckoning Arrives.

No One Knows What Makes The Soul Wake Up So Happy! Maybe A Dawn Breeze Has Blown The Veil From The Face Of God.

In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are The Same, You Appear In Me, I In You.

Flattery's Fire Is Hidden. Its Sweet Taste Is Apparent, But The Smoke Is Bound To Come Out At Last.

Why, When God's World Is So Big, Did You Fall Asleep In A Prison, Of All Places?