tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28551870.post1388896481995653680..comments2023-05-16T03:26:36.226-07:00Comments on Life in Prose: heenadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649507394304108329noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28551870.post-46834927408694020792007-03-03T08:16:00.000-08:002007-03-03T08:16:00.000-08:00thanks for sharing.thanks for sharing.heenadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09649507394304108329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28551870.post-83770093276207656612007-03-02T12:50:00.000-08:002007-03-02T12:50:00.000-08:00My favourite is this When the rose is gone and t...My favourite is this <BR/><BR/><BR/>When the rose is gone and the garden faded<BR/> you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.<BR/> The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. <BR/> The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.<BR/> If love withholds its strengthening care,<BR/> the lover is left like a bird without care,<BR/> the lover is left like a bird without wings.<BR/> How will I be awake and aware<BR/> if the light of the Beloved is absent?<BR/> Love wills that this Word be brought forth.<BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/> Mathnawi I, 23-31Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com