#XXCentury
In the city of Shawakis lived a prince, and he was loved by everyone, men and women and children. Even the animals of the field came unto him in greeting. But all the people said that...
Your hearts know in silence the se… But your ears thirst for the sound… You would know in words that which… You would touch with your fingers… And it is well you should.
You would know the secret of death… But how shall you find it unless y… The owl whose night—bound eyes are… If you would indeed behold the spi… For life and death are one, even a…
Leave me, my blamer, For the sake of the love Which unites your soul with That of your beloved one; For the sake of that which
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivule...
He is a link between this and the… He is A pure spring from which all thirs… He is a tree watered by the River… Fruit which the hungry heart crave…
Love is a magic ray emitted from the burning core of the soul and illuminating the surrounding earth.
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry. My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and giv...
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth. For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches ...
My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune. As he reached that holy city which the soul had blessed and worshipped, he commenced wondering, for he could not fin...
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper: First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, wit...
You ask me how I became a madman.… before many gods were born, I woke… my masks were stolen,—the seven ma… seven lives,—I ran maskless throug… ‘Thieves, thieves, the cursed thie…
Your friend is your needs answered… He is your field which you sow wit… And he is your board and your fire… For you come to him with your hung… When your friend speaks his mind y…
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A rival who brings us misery. She is cruel and demanding,
Love has no other desire but to fu… But if your love and must needs ha… Let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running broo… That sings its melody to the night…