Unwilling priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain,
Watcha gonna do when Memphis on fire,
Memphis on fire, Mistah Preachin' Man?
Until you've found pain, you won't reach the cure
Until you've given up life, you won't unite with
I dreamt last night Christ came to earth again
To bless His own. My soul from place to place
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
This that you see, the false presentment planned With finest art and all the colored shows
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atm
All the heavy days are over;
Leave the body's coloured pride
Man kunto maula, Fa Ali-un maula
When first Thou on me, Lord, wroughtest Thy sweet print,
My heart was made Thy tinder-box,
Do not mention the name of love,
O my simple-minded companion.
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
A Curious Knot God made in Paradise,
And drew it out inamled neatly Fresh.
I send letters to my Beloved,
The dear Krishna.
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
Whose footsteps are not known,
I have been a mulitude of shapes,
Before I assumed a consistant form.
Lord, can a crumb of dust the earth outweigh,
Outmatch all mountains, nay the crystal sky?
Take these who will as may be: I
Am careless now of what they fail:
Who's that knocking on the window,
Who's that standing at the door,
Infinity, when all things it beheld
In Nothing, and of Nothing all did build,
Si tú me dices ven, lo dejo todo… No volveré siquiera la mirada
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
_*Original*_: Urdu
lab pe aatii hai duaa banake tamannaa merii
TELL me, Brother, how can I renounce Maya? When I gave up the tying of ribbons, still I tied my garment about me:
by Kabir
7 lines, 4 comments
God made them very beautiful, the trees:
He spoke and gnarled of bole or silken sleek
Billy's dead and gone to glory - so has Billy's sister Nell:
There's a tale I know about them were I poet I would tell
This we have now
is not imagination.
So Eden was deserted, and at eve
Into the quiet place God came to grieve.
251.
Are you depressed? Then take of bhang one grain,
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky,
Whose eye this atom globe surveys,
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