Book1 Prologue (Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems)
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,Lamenting its banishment from its home:'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,My ...
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,Lamenting its banishment from its home:'Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,My ...
When you do things from your soul, you feel a rivermoving in you, a joy.When actions come from another section, ...
Again I am raging,I am in such a state by your soul that everybond you bind, I break, by your ...
This we have nowis not imagination.This is notgrief or joy.Not a judging state,or an elation,or sadness.Those come and go.This is ...
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of ...
Did I not say to you, "Go not there, for I am your friend; in this mirage of annihilation I ...
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