There was a Christian bishop in h… And the bishop looked upon the wom… And even as he spoke a bolt from t… And the men of the city came runni…
Marriage in these days is a mockery whose management is in the hands of young men and parents. In most countries the young men win while the parents lose. The woman is looked upon as a ...
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.
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...
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...
Come, my beloved; let us walk amid… For the snow is water, and Life i… Slumber and is roaming the hills a… Let us follow the footprints of S… Distant fields, and mount the hill…
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...
I was eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic rays and touched my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers, and Selma Karamy was the first woman who awaken...
One hour devoted to the pursuit of… And Love is worth a full century… Given by the frightened weak to th… From that hour comes man’s Truth;… During that century Truth sleeps…
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...
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…
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…
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…