In The Art Of Describing His Beauty, Time Itself Expires And Quotes

In the art of describing his beauty, time itself expires
and yet still there remains in him, what has not been described..
- Ibn al-Farid

Our body is the Bodhi-tree,
And our mind a mirror bright.
Carefully we wipe them hour by hour,
And let no dust alight.

There is no Bodhi-tree,
Nor stand of a mirror bright.
Since all is void,
Where can the dust alight?

Ulfat ke yeh jalwe, kabhi dekhe nahi humne,
haan dekhna ek baat, sune bhi nahi humne..
- Hakim Allah Yaar Khan Jogi

To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
- William Blake

ना ढूंढ मुझे ज़मीं-ओ-आसमां की गर्दिशों में
मैं अगर तेरे दिल में नहीं तो कहीं भी नहीं ..

Bekhudi mein hum to tera darr samajh kar jhuk gaye
ab khuda jaane woh kaaba tha ya buutt-khana..
- Amir Khusro

Wo roop tha ya rang tha
har pal jo mere sang tha
maine poocha tu kaun hai
usne kaha teri nazar..