The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.
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We are People who need to love, because Love is the soul's life, Love is simply creation's greatest joy.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is essential to our existence, and it brings immense joy to life.
This quote by Hafez emphasizes the fundamental nature of love in human life. It suggests that love is not only a necessity for our emotional well-being but also a source of deep joy and fulfillment, highlighting its role as a vital force in creation and existence itself.
Themes
LoveJoyLifeSoulCreation
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding ceremony, to emphasize the importance of love.
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