The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East: With Historical Surveys of the Chief Writings of Each Nation...Charles Francis Horne Parke, Austin, and Lipscomb, 1917 |
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... poor sinners shown is grace indeed ; In grace hard earned by works no grace I see . 103 . Dame Fortune's smiles are full of guile , beware ! Her scimitar is sharp to smite , take care ! If e'er she drop a sweetmeat in thy mouth , ' Tis ...
... poor sinners shown is grace indeed ; In grace hard earned by works no grace I see . 103 . Dame Fortune's smiles are full of guile , beware ! Her scimitar is sharp to smite , take care ! If e'er she drop a sweetmeat in thy mouth , ' Tis ...
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... poor pilgrims there . 153 . ' Tis passing strange , those titled noblemen Find their own lives a burden sore , but when They meet with poorer men , not slaves to sense , They scarcely deign to reckon them as men . 154 . The wheel on ...
... poor pilgrims there . 153 . ' Tis passing strange , those titled noblemen Find their own lives a burden sore , but when They meet with poorer men , not slaves to sense , They scarcely deign to reckon them as men . 154 . The wheel on ...
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... poor Khayyam to mind , and breathe a prayer . 206 . For me heaven's sphere no music ever made , Nor yet with soothing voice my fears allayed ; If e'er I found brief respite from my woes , Back to woe's thrall I was at once betrayed ...
... poor Khayyam to mind , and breathe a prayer . 206 . For me heaven's sphere no music ever made , Nor yet with soothing voice my fears allayed ; If e'er I found brief respite from my woes , Back to woe's thrall I was at once betrayed ...
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... poor his portion you assign , And never injure one , nor yet abuse , I guarantee you heaven , and now some wine ! 245 . Vexed by this wheel of things , that pets the base , My sorrow - laden life drags on apace ; Like rosebud , from the ...
... poor his portion you assign , And never injure one , nor yet abuse , I guarantee you heaven , and now some wine ! 245 . Vexed by this wheel of things , that pets the base , My sorrow - laden life drags on apace ; Like rosebud , from the ...
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... poor king ! Thy drums are hushed , thy ' larums have rung truce . " 278 . Ask not the chances of the time to be , And for the past , ' tis vanished , as you see ; This ready - money breath set down as gain , Future and past concern not ...
... poor king ! Thy drums are hushed , thy ' larums have rung truce . " 278 . Ask not the chances of the time to be , And for the past , ' tis vanished , as you see ; This ready - money breath set down as gain , Future and past concern not ...
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Al Ghazali Allah answered Arab asked beauty Behold beloved better blood body breath burn charms cheek death dervish desert door drink dust dwell earth enemy eyes face Ferhad Firdausi fire foot fortune garden give goblet God's gold grace grief Hafiz heard heaven hell Hijaz holy hope houris Jalal JALAL AD-DIN RUMI Kaaba Khosru king knowest Koran learned Lord lover Masnavi Mecca mercy Mohammed Mohammedan mosque Musailima naught never night Nizami o'er Omar Paradise pass Persian person poet praise prayer prophets replied rose Sadi saying shame Shiraz Shireen slave sleep smiles sorrow soul stone Sufi Sufism sweet thee thine thou art thou canst thou didst thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou shouldst thy hand thy head thy heart thyself tongue torrent stream truth utter veil vizier Whoever wine wisdom wise youth Yussuf Zuleika
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 392 - But Beauty cannot brook Concealment and the veil, nor patient rest Unseen and unadmired : 'twill burst all bonds, And from Its prison-casement to the world Reveal Itself. See where the tulip grows In upland meadows, how in balmy spring It decks itself ; and how amidst its thorns The wild rose rends its garment, and reveals Its loveliness. Thou, too, when some rare thought, Or beauteous image, or deep mystery Flashes across thy soul, canst not endure To let it pass, but hold'st it, that perchance...
Seite 331 - Sweet maid, if thou wouldst charm my sight. And bid these arms thy neck infold; That rosy cheek, that lily hand. Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.
Seite 331 - Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow, And bid thy pensive heart be glad, Whate'er the frowning zealots say : Tell them, their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay.
Seite 104 - Into fantastic shapes and forms of grace, .Which crowd each nook of that majestic place. The piles give way, the rocky peaks divide, The stream comes gushing on — a foaming tide ! A mighty work, for ages to remain, The token of his passion and his pain. As flows the milky flood from Allah's throne...
Seite 332 - Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung : Thy notes are sweet, the damsels say ; But oh ! far sweeter, if they please The nymph for whom these notes are sung!
Seite 332 - ... fate : Ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom: Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom. Beauty has such resistless power, That even the chaste Egyptian dame...
Seite 126 - The Prophet said that God has declared, "I am not contained in aught above or below, I am not contained in earth or sky, or even In highest heaven. Know this for a surety. O beloved! Yet am I contained in the believer's heart! If ye seek me, search in such hearts!
Seite 332 - Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes...
Seite 112 - Hail to thee, then, O LOVE, sweet madness! Thou who healest all our infirmities! Who art the physician of our pride and self-conceit! Who art our Plato and our Galen! Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven, And makes the very hills to dance with joy! 0 lover, 'twas love that gave life to Mount Sinai, 4 When "it quaked, and Moses fell down in a swoon.
Seite 399 - To thee, O King, From the Lord Almighty a message I bring : ' Mine eyes have seen her in humble mood ; I heard her prayer when to thee she sued. At the sight of her labours, her prayers, and sighs, The waves of the sea of my pity rise. Her soul from the sword of despair I free, And here from My throne I betroth her to thee.