My birthplace is Jam, and my pen Has drunk from (knowledge of) Sheikh-ul-Islam Ahmad Jam, Hence in the books of poetry My pen nam is Jami for these t… - Jamie Oliver

Those who live by bread alone will submit, for the sake of it, to the vilest abuse, like a hungry dog.

Those who fancy that collectedness results from the collecting of wordly goods remain in perpetual distraction, whilst those who are convinced that amassing wealth is the cause of distraction renounce all wordly goods.

Thou, for whose love I've sacrifice existence,
Art, yet art not, the sum of earth's existence,
Earth lacks true Being, yet depends thereon—
Thou art true Being, Thou art pure existence
The Loved One is quite colourless, O heart,
Be not engrossed with colours, then, O heart
All colours come from what is colourless,
And 'who can dye so well as God,' O heart?