I heard a padshah giving orders to kill a prisoner. The helpless
fellow began to insult the king on that occasion of despair, with
by Sa di
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"Truth," said a traveller,
"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns: I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.
What the material world values does
not shine the same in the truth of the soul.
A man feared that he might find an assassin;
Another that he might find a victim.
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
The impact of a dollar upon the heart
Smiles warm red light,
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that
Death? is it death you give? So be it! O Death,
thou hast been long my friend, and now thy pale
Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
with bread.
LAMPS burn in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them.
One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will f
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And he answered saying:
WHO, loving life, hath sought
To outrun the appo
Then a priestess said, "Speak to us of Prayer." And he answered, saying:
Supposing that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Love is essential.
Sex, mere accident.
It sometimes happens that two friends will meet,
And with a smile and touch of hands again
WHERE Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself,
There the streams of light flow in all directions;
And a merchant said, "Speak to us of Buying and Selling."
And he answered and said:
On the desert
A silence from the moon's deepest valley.
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing
but a house.
O LORD Increate, who will serve Thee?
Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation: each day he receives service--
Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight,
The lean black cruisers search the sea.
Late, late last night, when the whole world slept,
Along to the garden of dreams I crept.
If you show patience, I'll rid you of this virtue.
If you fall asleep, I'll rub the sleep from your eyes.
By Ribble's gleaming river
The morning mists are grey,
This normative hill
like all others
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