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

Let me sleep, for my soul is intox
Let me rest, for my spirit has had
Light the candles and burn the inc
Scatter leaves of jasmine and rose
Embalm my hair with frankincense a

As the Sun withdrew his rays from
When the birds took shelter among
After he looked about in every dir
”My soul is warning me of the doub
”Smile, my beloved, like the gold

One night a feat was held in the p
prostrated himself before the prin
upon him; and they saw that one of
the empty socket bled. And the pri
befallen you?’ And the man replied

Almustafa, the chosen and the belo
And in the twelfth year, on the se
Then the gates of his heart were f
But he descended the hill, a sadne
Long were the days of pain I have

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

In the town where I was born live
walked in their sleep.
One night, while silence enfolded
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met
And the mother spoke, and she said

As night fell and the light glitte
The magnificent carriages drew int
At midnight the finest and most pa
At eventide, a man attired in the

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

Your pain is the breaking of the s
Even as the stone of the fruit mus
And could you keep your heart in w
And you would accept the seasons o
And you would watch with serenity