Maktoob

His lightness strike my surface like the glittering sun strikes the surface of the salty lakes that surround the oasis. My soul glittered with a thousand stars, and on my surface the reflection of the raw human nature sparkled as the weathered rocks are reacreated inside the lake's glassy waters....with likeness, the conical hills are recreated... for now I can see how in this rawness he is my likeness.

A word spoken by nature, and it is nature that dwells inside his soul...

"يا فطرة سمحة و نفوس رقيقة

انا لما جيت اخدم الطريقة

شيخنا الي عارف سر الحقيقة

بسط يمينه و قال يا مريدي

عينك في عيني و ايدك في ايدي

كل الخلايق اخوات شقيقة

احلف بنون و المؤمنون

قلب الليلة دي اخضر حنون"

فريد الدين العطار (1142 - 1220 ) من ديوان جوهر الذات

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Sweet little one...forgive me.... for your heart will wear within me untill I bid it farawell.

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O great God. have mercy on my soul and his...