In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion. — Saib Tabrizi Different Copy Share Image
If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no… — Saib Tabrizi Earth Copy Share Image
Ten doors are opened if one door be shut: the finger is the interpreter of the dumb man's tongue. — Saib Tabrizi Doors Copy Share Image
Formerly, people used to grieve over the departed, but in our days they grieve over the survivors. — Saib Tabrizi Departed Copy Share Image
When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death. — Saib Tabrizi Cease Copy Share Image
The touchstone of false friends is the day of need: by way of proof, ask a loan from your friends. — Saib Tabrizi Asks Copy Share Image
Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another. — Saib Tabrizi Clay Copy Share Image
To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling. — Saib Tabrizi Death Copy Share Image
Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously. — Saib Tabrizi Delicacy Copy Share Image
Peace is in proportion to every pause: observe the difference between to run, to walk, to stand, to sit, to lie, to… — Saib Tabrizi Dies Copy Share Image
What does it profit you that all the libraries of the world should be yours? Not knowledge but what one does with… — Saib Tabrizi Doe Copy Share Image
The roots of the aged palm tree exceed those of the young one; the old have a greater attachment to the world. — Saib Tabrizi Age Copy Share Image
The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation. — Saib Tabrizi Annihilation Copy Share Image
When a man becomes old, his greed becomes young: sleep grows heavy at the time of morning. — Saib Tabrizi Age Copy Share Image
The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of… — Saib Tabrizi Candle Copy Share Image
The rosary in the hand, repentance on the lips, and the heart full of sinful longings-sin itself laughs at our repentance! — Saib Tabrizi Hands Copy Share Image
The march of good fortune has backward slips: to retreat one or two paces gives wings to the jumper. — Saib Tabrizi Fortune Copy Share Image
To the seeker after pearls, silence is a speaking argument, for no breath comes forth from the diver of the sea. — Saib Tabrizi Argument Copy Share Image
The wave is ignorant of the true nature of the sea: how can the temporal comprehend the eternal? — Saib Tabrizi Eternal Copy Share Image
