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I, on such a night without a moon, was the nightingale
of that paradise without a garden that one could unveil.
I was then mingling with speech the blood of my heart
and I was also lighting a fire with the water of my heart.
And when I held conversation with the words of myself
while I was alone I was pondering on counsel of myself:
the Angel of solitude called out to me...
— Aug 10, 2023 11:01AM
of that paradise without a garden that one could unveil.
I was then mingling with speech the blood of my heart
and I was also lighting a fire with the water of my heart.
And when I held conversation with the words of myself
while I was alone I was pondering on counsel of myself:
the Angel of solitude called out to me...
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Fariha
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Be floating like a rose on the waves of spring, so that
you may not be anchored in garden like a thorn, so that
you can go on bravely, when autumn you are seeing…
O you, who are weighing the wind, all of your words are
but a measure of loss...
your
measure is empty and life’s span is full,
That, to which you are a slave, is but a coin of silver…
that, by which you are alive, is but a breath… a shiver!
— Aug 17, 2023 05:29AM
you may not be anchored in garden like a thorn, so that
you can go on bravely, when autumn you are seeing…
O you, who are weighing the wind, all of your words are
but a measure of loss...
your
measure is empty and life’s span is full,
That, to which you are a slave, is but a coin of silver…
that, by which you are alive, is but a breath… a shiver!
Fariha
is 40% done
Life spent on carpet woven in eternity is spent in profit:
ear hails it for that work, eyes read adoration songs in it.
Laughter of its beauties saddens sweetness, and sight
takes collyrium from eyes of the fair gazelles… outright.
It is there that my beloved, who is like the moon, who is
in muslin, broke my heart like a reed... that easy to do is!
The moon, which had already thrown away the night…
— Aug 12, 2023 11:24PM
ear hails it for that work, eyes read adoration songs in it.
Laughter of its beauties saddens sweetness, and sight
takes collyrium from eyes of the fair gazelles… outright.
It is there that my beloved, who is like the moon, who is
in muslin, broke my heart like a reed... that easy to do is!
The moon, which had already thrown away the night…
Fariha
is 15% done
their love was like the season, like the fair flowers
freshly strewn upon the path now opening to their
sweet, melting words that are soft as Summer air.
— Aug 09, 2023 12:26AM
freshly strewn upon the path now opening to their
sweet, melting words that are soft as Summer air.
All creatures are living because their life is still going…
you keep on living with your Heart… that’s truly living.
Eye and ear are superfluous to purpose that is divine…
they’re only the ministers of that outward veil, the sign.