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The Fire of Love: The Love Story of Layla and Majnun
Louis Rogers,Niẓāmī Ganjavī
Limited preview - 2002
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Abou amidst Arab Arjuna art thou asked bards beauty Behold beneath Bhima bird bliss bosom Brahma Brahmin breast breath bright burning Caliph cries dark dead death Dhritarashtra divine dost doth Draupadi drink earth Eastern eyes face fair faith fate fell filled Firdousi fire flame gaze goblet God's Hafiz hand hast hath heart heaven hell Hindu Indian Epic Poetry Indra Kalidasa Kibla king light lips look Lord Mahabharata mighty Mirtsa Schaffy moon mystic Nakula never night o'er once Oriental poetry pain palms Paradise pearl Persian poems poet poor pure Ravana replied RIG VEDA rose round Saadi says shalt Sheik shine Shireen sigh Sita Siva song sorrow soul spirit stars steed Sufi sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand throne tree truth turned unto veil Vishnu waves WILLIAM ROUNSEVILLE ALGER wine wise Wouldst Yudishthira
Page 20 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Page 59 - I saw some handfuls of the rose in bloom, With bands of grass suspended from a dome. I said, < What means this worthless grass, that it Should in the rose's fairy circle sit?' « Then wept the grass, and said: < Be still! and know The kind their old associates ne'er forego. Mine is no beauty, hue, or fragrance, true ! But in the garden of my Lord I grew...
Page 44 - To abandon the faithful and devoted, is an endless crime, like the murder of a Brahman. Never, therefore, come weal or woe, will I abandon yon faithful dog. Yon poor creature, in fear and distress, hath trusted in my power to save it ; Not, therefore, for e'en life itself, will I break my plighted word.
Page 20 - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.
Page 20 - The lily I condemned for thy hand. And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair; The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair ; A third, nor red nor white, had...
Page 76 - ... could not bear God's love with this new race to share. But yet God's tables open stand, His guests flock in from every land. Some kind act toward the race of men May toss us into Heaven again. A game of chess is all we see, — And God the player, pieces we. White, black, — queen, pawn, — 't is all the same, For on both sides he plays the game. Moved to and fro, from good to ill, We rise and fall as suits his will.
Page vii - Learn from yon orient shell to love thy foe, And store with pearls the hand that brings thee woe : Free, like yon rock, from base vindictive pride, Emblaze with gems the wrist that rends thy side : Mark where yon tree rewards the stony shower With fruit nectareous, or the balmy flower : All Nature calls aloud — " Shall man do less Than heal the smiter, and the railer bless ?
Page 66 - Malik, from a deeper sense Uttered his experience: " He who loves his Master's choice Will in chastisement rejoice," Rabia saw some selfish will In their maxims lingering still, And replied, " O men of grace ! He who sees his Master's face Will not, in his prayer, recall That...