Hafiz Drunk on the Wine of the Beloved Look at This Beauty The beauty of this poem is beyond words. Do you need a guide to experience the heat of the sun? Blessed is the brush of the painter who paints Such beautiful pictures for his virgin bride. Look at...
Walt Whitman I Dream’d in a Dream I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I dream’d that was the new city of Friends, Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hymn To The Night I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o’er me from above; The calm, majestic...
Matthew Arnold Growing Old What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? Yes, but not for this alone. Is it to feel our strength – Not our bloom only, but...
Ibn Arabi Wonder Wonder, A garden among the flames! My heart can take on any form: A meadow for gazelles, A cloister for monks, For the idols, sacred ground, Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim, The tables of the Torah, The scrolls of the Quran. My creed is Love; Wherever its...
Jalaluddin Rumi A New Rule It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon each other, to quarrel, become violent, and make a scene. The lover is even worse than a drunkard. I will tell you what love is: to enter a mine of gold. And what is that gold?...
Jalaluddin Rumi A Stone I died A stone I died and rose again a plant; A plant I died and rose an animal; I died an animal and was born a man. Why should I fear? What have I lost by death? At the Twilight At the twilight, a moon...
Ibn Arabi Turmoil in your hearts Were it not for the excess of your talking and the turmoil in your hearts, you would see what I see and hear what I hear! Wonder Wonder, A garden among the flames! My heart can take on any form: A meadow for gazelles,...
Henry David Thoreau Epitaph On The World Here lies the body of this world, Whose soul alas to hell is hurled. This golden youth long since was past, Its silver manhood went as fast, An iron age drew on at last; ‘Tis vain its character to tell, The several fates...
Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the...
Think of the phoenix coming up out of the ashes, but not flying off. For a moment we have form. How can we be conscious and you be conscious at the same time and separate? Copper when an alchemist works on it loses it copper qualities. Seeds in Spring begin...
Infant Joy “I have no name: I am but two days old.” What shall I call thee? “I happy am, Joy is my name.” Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old, Sweet joy I call thee: Thou dost smile, I sing the while, Sweet joy...
If A Tree Could Wander Oh, if a tree could wander and move with foot and wings! It would not suffer the axe blows and not the pain of saws! For would the sun not wander away in every night ? How could at ev’ry morning the world be lighted...
Wind This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous...
Wonder Wonder, A garden among the flames! My heart can take on any form: A meadow for gazelles, A cloister for monks, For the idols, sacred ground, Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim, The tables of the Torah, The scrolls of the Quran. My creed is Love; Wherever its caravan turns...
The Bird of Gardens THE bird of gardens sang unto the rose, New blown in the clear dawn: “Bow down thy head! As fair as thou within this garden close, Many have bloomed and died.” She laughed and said “That I am born to fade grieves not my heart But...
Jalaluddin Rumi Only you I choose among the entire world. Is it fair of you letting me be unhappy? My heart is a pen in your hand. It is all up to you to write me happy or sad. I see only what you reveal and live as you say....
The World my brother The world, my brother! will abide with none, By the world’s Maker let thy heart be won. Rely not, nor repose on this world’s gain, For many a son like thee she has reared and slain. What matters, when the spirit seeks to fly, If on...
Loss And Gain When I compare What I have lost with what I have gained, What I have missed with what attained, Little room do I find for pride. I am aware How many days have been idly spent; How like an arrow the good intent Has fallen short or...
Kill me, My faithful friends Kill Me, My Faithful Friends Kill me, my faithful friends, For in my being killed is my life. Love is that you remain standing In front of your Beloved When you are stripped of all your attributes; Then His attributes become your qualities. Between me...
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