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Poems about Spiritual
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Eeman Salamat Her Koi Mangay, Ishaq Salamat Koi Hoo’
Mangar’N Eeman Sharmawan Ishqo’N Maray Dil No Ghayrat Hoi Hoo’
The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
We do not get a human life
Just for the asking.
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
I thought I heard Him calling. Did you hear
A sound, a little sound? My curious ear
La tombe dit à la rose :
- Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
A few red apples hang on leafless boughs;
wind whips bushes briskly
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
Petulant priests, greedy
centurions, and one million
Who's that knocking on the window,
Who's that standing at the door,
Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may name thee my all.
Out of my sorrow
have I made these songs,
GOOD FRIDAY in my heart! Fear and affright!
My thoughts are the Disciples when they fled,
Man kunto maula, Fa Ali-un maula
I'm a play that's many centuries old.
I expire and become immortal.
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things;
One day there fell in great Benares' temple-court A wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;
And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain."
And he said:
I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-
Go eche day onward on thy pylgrymage;
Thynke howe short tyme thou hast abyden here
Up till now I have lost much and wasted life in idle pursuits.
The grace of Lord Rama has aroused me from sleep.
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
They tell of harps and golden crowns, and singing,
But oh, I think, when ends the strife and pain,
All things bright and beatiful, All creatures, great and small,
WITHIN this earthen vessel are bowers and groves, and within it is the Creator:
Within this vessel are the seven oceans and the unnumbered stars.
The Khalifa said to Laila, "Art thou really she For whom Majnun lost his head and went distracted?
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