I have a cave (From Persian) by Rumi"You are my cave. You are my friend. Enslave me and defend me.O only Noah that I know, O opener now open,O heart restored before the secret door where you befriend me!You are the light, the banquet night, the victim’s victory.You are the hoopoe bird of Sinai, set to swoop and rend me.You are the stream. You are the sea. You are the lenient tyrant.You are the poison and the sugar. Friend, do not torment me.You are the chamber of the sun, the stations of the stars,You are the prairie green with hope. Show me the way and send me.You are my dawn, my Ramadan, the alms that I begged for and won.You are the jar. You are the water. Slake me with water. Mend me."
Lost Joseph (From Persian) by Hafez"Your lost Joseph will return to Canaan, do not grieveThis house of sorrows will become a garden, do not grieveOh grieving heart, you will mend do not despairThis frenzied mind will return to calm, do not grieveWhen the spring of life again sets in the meadowsA crown of flowers you will bear, singing bird, do not grieveIf these turning epochs do not move with our will todayThe spheres of time are not constant, do not grieveLose hope not, for awareness cannot perceive the concealedBehind the curtains hidden scenes play, do not grieveOh heart, should a flood of destruction engulf the worldIf Noah is at your helm, do not grieveAs you step through the desert in desire of Ka’abaThe thorns may reproach you, do not grieveHome may be perilous and destination out of reachBut there are no paths without an end, do not grieveOur state in separation from friends and with demands of foesThe divine who turns circumstance knows all, do not grieve"
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