Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile:
Become dust – and they will throw thee in the air; Become stone – and they will throw thee on glass.
Falling down is the destiny of that bird
Whose duality of nature renders him unable
to fly.
Not every heart is an abode to the trusty
Gabriel,
Nor can every thought ensnare the Paradise
like a bird.
The ecstasy of thought is dangerous in a nation
Where the individuals observe no rule
Whose duality of nature renders him unable
to fly.
Not every heart is an abode to the trusty
Gabriel,
Nor can every thought ensnare the Paradise
like a bird.
The ecstasy of thought is dangerous in a nation
Where the individuals observe no rule
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| — | FREEDOM OF THOUGHTS |
Though blood in veins may race,
To Life it lends no grace:
Only the glow of heart
To Life can zeal impart.
Wherefore, O Tulip Bride,
From me your charms you hide?
I am the breath of morn,
Your face I would adorn.
What Frankish dealers take
For counterfeit and fake,
Is true and real art—
Not valued in their Mart.
Though indigent I be,
I am of hand yet free:
What can the Flame bestow
Except its spark and glow?
To Life it lends no grace:
Only the glow of heart
To Life can zeal impart.
Wherefore, O Tulip Bride,
From me your charms you hide?
I am the breath of morn,
Your face I would adorn.
What Frankish dealers take
For counterfeit and fake,
Is true and real art—
Not valued in their Mart.
Though indigent I be,
I am of hand yet free:
What can the Flame bestow
Except its spark and glow?
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