In England once there lived a big
A wonderfully clever pig.
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested that one mu
To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
When once I wished to drink some gin
It said "You must not quaff".
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said:
"SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head."
Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that
DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white
There was, before me,
Mile upon mile
Look to this day: For it is life, the very life of life.
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Hombres necios que acusáis
Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay
A short direction
To avoid dejection,
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB NAQSH GAR-E-HADISAAT SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB ASL-E-HAYAAT-O-MAMAAT
What is seen is not the Truth
What is cannot be said
by Kabir
28 lines, 7 comments
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Scene.-- Würzburg; a garden in the environs. 1512. Festus, Paracelsus, Michal.
Now I become myself. It's taken Time, many years and places;
My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,
And my Beloved is with me always,
God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
So each passing minute with you
Pendulummed with sadness.
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