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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Candle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Candle! I am also an afflicted person in the world assembly<br>Constant complaint is my lot in the manner of the rue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love gave the warmth of internal pathos to you<br>It made me the florist selling blood-mixed tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whether you be the candle of a celebrating assembly or one at the grave<br>In every condition associated with the tears of sorrow you remain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eye views all with equity like the Secret's Lovers<br>My eye is the pride of the tumult of discrimination</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your illumination is alike in the Ka'bah and the temple<br>I am entangled in the temple and the Haram's discrimination</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your black smoke contains the sigh's elegance<br>Is some heart hidden in the place of your manifestation? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You burn with pathos due to distance from Tajalli's Light<br>Your pathos the callous ones consider your light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though you are burning you are unaware of it all<br>You see but do not encompass the internal pathos</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I quiver like mercury with the excitement of vexation<br>As well I am aware of vexations of the restless heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This was also the elegance of some Beloved<br>Which gave me perception of my own pathos</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This cognition of mine keeps me restless<br>Innumerable fire temples are asleep in this spark</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Discrimination between high and low is created by this alone! <br>Fragrance in flower, ecstasy in wine is created by this alone! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Garden, nightingale, flower, fragrance this Cognition is<br>Root of the struggle of ‘I and you' this Cognition is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At creation's dawn as Beauty became the abode of Love<br>The sound of &quot;Kun&quot; taught warmth to the spirit of Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The command came Beauty of Kun's garden to witness<br>With one eye a thousand dreadful dreams to witness<br>Do not ask me of the nature of the veil of being<br>The eve of separation was the dawn of my being</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone are the days when unaware of imprisonment I was<br>That my abode the adornment of the tree of Tur was<br>I am a prisoner but consider the cage to be a garden<br>This exile's hovel of sorrow I consider the homeland</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Memories of the homeland a needless melancholy became<br>Now the desire for sight, now Longing for search became<br>O Candle! Look at the excessive illusion of thought<br>Look at the end of the one worshipped by celestial denizens</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theme of separation I am, the exalted one I am<br>Design of the Will of the Universe's Lord I am </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He desired my display as He designed me<br>When at the head of Existence' Divan He wrote me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pearl likes living in a handful of dust<br>Style may be dull the subject is excellent</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Not seeing it rightly is the fault of shortsighted perception<br>The universe is the show of effulgence of taste for Cognizance</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This network of time and space is the scaling ladder of the Universe<br>It is the necklace of the neck of Eternal BeautyI <br>have lost the way, Longing for the goal I am<br>O Candle! Captive of perception's illusion I am</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the hunter as well as the circle of tyranny's net! <br>I am the Haram's roof as well as the bird on Haram's roofAm I the Beauty or head to foot the melting love am I? <br>It is not clear whether the beloved or the Lover am I? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> am afraid the old secret may come up to my lips again<br>Lest story of suffering on the Cross may come up again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Allama+Muhammad+Iqbal">Allama Muhammad Iqbal</a><div class=q>
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Constant complaint is my lot in the manner of the rue

Love gave the warmth of internal pathos to you
It made me the florist selling blood-mixed tears

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