Humorous Sayings

Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane, The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again: How oft hereafter rising shall she look Through this same Garden after me—in vain!

We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show;

For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest.

Ah, fill the Cup:—what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday, Why fret about them if To-day be sweet!

And those who husbanded the Golden Grain, And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain, Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd As, buried once, Men want dug up again.

The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep, They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.

A Moment's Halt—a momentary taste Of Being from the Well amid the Waste—And lo! the Phantom Caravan has reach'd The Nothing it set out from—Oh, make haste!

And this I know: whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One Flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the Temple lost outright.

Another and another Cup to drown The Memory of this Impertinence!

If God be within a mosque, then to whom does this world belong?

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. You wander restlessly from forest to forest while the Reality is within your own home.

If you don't find your soul in the world, look for it in words.

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours.

I am not in the temple, nor in the mosque, nor in the Kaaba, nor in Kailash. I am not in rites or ceremonies, nor in yoga or renunciation.

The devotee is a cow, and the Guru is the cowherd. The cow is tied, but the cowherd is free.

If you want to know the truth, I tell you the truth: there is no God but the God of all.

The world is a bride's chamber, and the soul is the bride.

The true Guru is like a lamp, and the disciple is a moth. The moth circles the lamp, but the lamp does not move.

What is God? He is the breath inside the breath.

The drop is in the ocean and the ocean is in the drop.