A human is made by mixing opposite materials.
His shape is drawn on the table of sorrow.
His clay is carved by grief.
Sometimes he is an angel, sometimes a devil.
How could such qualities be mixed?
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 242, page 168, #3.
I will be sad if You give me less grief.
If You pour sorrow and troubles over my head,
I will be embraced by the joy of troubles. Continue reading “The Joy of Troubles (4/19/2020)”
This is the day of joy. Why should we be sad?
Today, we should drink wine from the cup of loyalty.
How long will we expect our sustenance
to be from a bread-maker, a water-carrier?
This is the time to be eating and drinking
from the hand of God.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 205.
My heart appreciates Beauty.
Why should I run away from the Beloved?
The dagger in my hand is a good one.
Why should I turn my face away from battle? Continue reading “If I Miss this Opportunity Now (4/5/2020)”