<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458888" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I <br>am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy. <br>Behold, the Marquis of Glee has attainted felicity; this city and <br>plain are filled with soldiers and drums and flags. <br>If I encounter a wolf, he becomes moonfaced Joseph; if I go <br>down into a well, it converts into a Garden of Eram. <br>He whose heart is as iron and stone out of miserliness is now <br>changed before me into a Hatem of the age in generosity and <br>bounty. <br>Dust becomes gold and pure silver in my hand; how then <br>should the temptation of gold and silver waylay me? <br>I have an idol such that, were his sweet scent scattered <br>abroad, even an idol of stone would receive life through joy. <br>Sorrow has died for joy in him of “may God bind your consolation”; <br>how should not such a sword strike the neck of sorrow? <br>By tyranny he seizes the soul of whom he desires; justices are <br>all slaves of such injustice and tyranny. <br>What is that mole on that face? Should it manifest itself, out <br>of desire for it forthwith maternal aunt would be estranged from <br>paternal [uncle]. <br>I said, “If I am done and send my story, will you finish it and <br>expound it?” He answered, “Yes.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rumi">Rumi</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458888" data-title="My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty de Rumi" data-description="My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy. Behold, the Marquis of Glee has attainted felicity; this city and plain are filled with soldiers and drums and flags. If I encounter a wolf, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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