#XXCentury
You pray in your distress and in y… For what is prayer but the expansi… And if it is for your comfort to p… And if you cannot but weep when yo… When you pray you rise to meet in…
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, “Bl… And he answered, Was it I who spo… Then he descended the steps of the… And facing the people again, he ra…
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite. Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that...
You were born together, and togeth… You shall be together when the whi… Ay, you shall be together even in… But let there be spaces in your to… And let the winds of the heavens d…
I am the lover’s eyes, and the spi… Wine, and the heart’s nourishment. I am a rose. My heart opens at da… The virgin kisses me and places me Upon her breast.
To you the earth yields her fruit,… It is in exchanging the gifts of t… Yet unless the exchange be in love… When in the market place you toile… Invoke then the master spirit of t…
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, “Dr...
Of the good in you I can speak, b… For what is evil but good tortured… Verily when good is hungry it seek… You are good when you are one with… Yet when you are not one with your…
It is when your spirit goes wander… That you, alone and unguarded, com… And for that wrong committed must… Like the ocean is your god—self; It remains for ever undefiled.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which y… And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into… Is not the cup that holds your win…
The month of Nisan had nearly passed. I continued to visit the home of Farris Effendi and to meet Selma in that beautiful garden, gazing upon her beauty, marvelling at her intelligence,...
One day in the late part of June, as the people left the city for the mountain to avoid the heat of summer, I went as usual to the temple to meet Selma, carrying with me a little book o...
No man can reveal to you aught but… The teacher who walks in the shado… If he is indeed wise he does not b… The astronomer may speak to you of… The musician may sing to you of th…
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 children are not your childre… They are the sons and daughters of… They come through you but not from… And though they are with you yet t… You may give them your love but no…