آن هنگام که به دیدنم می آیی
شوق باغبانی با من است
که گلی تازه
در باغچه اش روییده باشد …

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.