This tavern has good wine, fine decanters and beautiful cups; but there is no Saqi (server of wine). I wish to set this tavern on fire and consume it to ashes. Nazir
If life is passed in the midst of wealth, prosperity, mundane success, rest and comfort, excitement and pleasure, but without love, it has no value; it is no better than a crematorium, says Kabir, another poet-sage.
By love we do not mean the love of a Juliet or love for a geographical area called a country, or for a creed, meaningless by itself, but that object which possesses our soul by the intensity of its beauty and peace, inspiration, benevolence, and which desires to cover all with forgiveness and delight.
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