Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of...
You talk when you cease to be at p… And when you can no longer dwell i… And in much of your talking, think… For thought is a bird of space, th… There are those among you who seek…
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…
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...
I was here from the moment of the Beginning, and here I am still. A… I shall remain here until the end Of the world, for there is no Ending to my grief—stricken being.
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker’s portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed...
Once there came to the court of the Prince of Birkasha a dancer with her musicians. And she was admitted to the court, and she danced before the prince to the music the lute and the flu...
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…
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…
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…
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe. I looked b...
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.
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,...
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…
Where are you, my beloved? Are yo… Paradise, watering the flowers who… As infants look upon the breast of… Or are you in your chamber where t… Virtue has been placed in your hon…