Humorous Sayings

After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold.

I laugh at myself: an old madman growing older, growing madder.

My darling son now will not leave my knee, He's scared that I will go away again.

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.

The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green, The stove still looks as if a fiery red. To many places, communications are broken, I sit, but cannot read my books for grief.

Dew is heavy on the grass below, the spider's web is ready. Heaven's ways include the human: among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.

I've watched the spring pass away again, When will I be able to return?

A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky. Two gulls drift slowly up the river. Vulnerable while they ride the wind, they coast and glide with ease.

Foolish indeed are those who trust to fortune.

There are as many sorts of women as there are women.

Well, we never expected this!' they all say. 'No one liked her. They all said she was pretentious, awkward, difficult to approach, prickly, too fond of her tales, haughty, prone to versifying, disdainful, cantankerous, and scornful. But when you meet…

Intimacy between stepchildren and stepparents is indeed proverbially difficult.

It is very easy to criticize others but far more difficult to put one's own principles into practice, and it is when one forgets this truth, lauds oneself to the skies, treats everyone else as worthless, and generally despises others, that one's own …

I can't trust those who sneer at us drinking down to the lees: That is the kind of thing which gets a bad name for religion.

Again the garden has got the glitter of Spring: The nightingale hears good news, for the rose is come. Soft wind returning to the young plants of the meadow, Greet for us the rose, the cypress and the sweet basil. They are spread for the wedding-feas…

Has made a shuttlecock of my heart, and set it spinning.

Never dieth that one, whose heart is alive with love: On the worlds record, is written the everlasting existence of ours.

Beyond the sphere passeth the arrow of our sigh. Hafez! silence. Show compassion to thy soul; avoid the arrow of ours.

Saki! with the light of wine, up-kindle the cup of ours. Minstrel! speak, saying: The worlds work hath gone to the desire of ours.

O thou void of knowledge of the joy of the perpetual wine-drinking of ours.