Friday, December 19, 2008
Look to This Day
Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of achievement
Are but experiences of time.
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision;
And today well-lived, makes
Yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day;
Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of achievement
Are but experiences of time.
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision;
And today well-lived, makes
Yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day;
Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!
Stop
Stop!
Stop making the sounds without ulterance because ulterance itself needed edifier.
Stop telling me your story, which is not true.
Stop telling gossip about someone behind their back to me.
Stop argues with me even though you know that you are wrong.
Stop underestimates me, just because you have something which I don’t have. But you may not something which I have.
Stop humiliates in front of others, because you know my weakness.
Stop crossing line, Just because I am friendly.
Stop cheating me, because you think I won’t tell you off.
Stop showing off, which is not real in you to just exposures in front of others. But you can’t exposures behind them.
Stop telling me that I am good, even though I am not good at them.
Stop telling me about others people weakness and negative behavior, Just to create conversation with me. I don’t want to know. (Just tell me their strength, at lest I can learn something from them.)
Stop letting me down like I am fool. Just to prepare how to handle them, if you face same saturation with you.
Stop asking which I can’t give, reason because Just to test my love.
Stop giving me a gift, which you are dearly received from others. It’s not fair for them.
Stop making the sounds without ulterance because ulterance itself needed edifier.
Stop telling me your story, which is not true.
Stop telling gossip about someone behind their back to me.
Stop argues with me even though you know that you are wrong.
Stop underestimates me, just because you have something which I don’t have. But you may not something which I have.
Stop humiliates in front of others, because you know my weakness.
Stop crossing line, Just because I am friendly.
Stop cheating me, because you think I won’t tell you off.
Stop showing off, which is not real in you to just exposures in front of others. But you can’t exposures behind them.
Stop telling me that I am good, even though I am not good at them.
Stop telling me about others people weakness and negative behavior, Just to create conversation with me. I don’t want to know. (Just tell me their strength, at lest I can learn something from them.)
Stop letting me down like I am fool. Just to prepare how to handle them, if you face same saturation with you.
Stop asking which I can’t give, reason because Just to test my love.
Stop giving me a gift, which you are dearly received from others. It’s not fair for them.
True Love
TRUE love has vanished from every heart;
what has befallen all lovers fair?
When did the bonds of friendship part?--
What has befallen the friends that were?
Ah, why are the feet of Khizr lingering?--
The waters of life are no longer clear,
the purple rose has turned pale with fear,
and what has befallen the wind of Spring?
None now sayeth: "A love was mine,
Loyal and wise, to dispel my care."
None remembers love's right divine;
what has befallen all lovers fair?
In the midst of the field, to the players' feet,
the ball of God's favor and mercy came,
but none has leapt forth to renew the game--
What has befallen the horsemen fleet?
Roses have bloomed, yet no bird rejoiced,
No vibrating throat has rung with the tale;
what can have silenced the hundred-voiced?
What has befallen the nightingale?
Heaven's music is hushed, and the planets roll
In silence; has Zohra broken her lute?
There is none to press out the vine's ripe fruit,
And what has befallen the foaming bowl?
A city where kings are but lovers crowned,
A land from the dust of which friendship springs--
Who has laid waste that enchanted ground?
What has befallen the city of kings?
Years have passed since a ruby was won
from the mine of manhood; they labor in vain,
the fleet-footed wind and the quickening rain,
and what has befallen the light of the sun?
Hafiz, the secret of God's dread task
No man knoweth, in youth or prime
Or in wisest age; of whom would'st thou ask:
What has befallen the wheels of Time?
what has befallen all lovers fair?
When did the bonds of friendship part?--
What has befallen the friends that were?
Ah, why are the feet of Khizr lingering?--
The waters of life are no longer clear,
the purple rose has turned pale with fear,
and what has befallen the wind of Spring?
None now sayeth: "A love was mine,
Loyal and wise, to dispel my care."
None remembers love's right divine;
what has befallen all lovers fair?
In the midst of the field, to the players' feet,
the ball of God's favor and mercy came,
but none has leapt forth to renew the game--
What has befallen the horsemen fleet?
Roses have bloomed, yet no bird rejoiced,
No vibrating throat has rung with the tale;
what can have silenced the hundred-voiced?
What has befallen the nightingale?
Heaven's music is hushed, and the planets roll
In silence; has Zohra broken her lute?
There is none to press out the vine's ripe fruit,
And what has befallen the foaming bowl?
A city where kings are but lovers crowned,
A land from the dust of which friendship springs--
Who has laid waste that enchanted ground?
What has befallen the city of kings?
Years have passed since a ruby was won
from the mine of manhood; they labor in vain,
the fleet-footed wind and the quickening rain,
and what has befallen the light of the sun?
Hafiz, the secret of God's dread task
No man knoweth, in youth or prime
Or in wisest age; of whom would'st thou ask:
What has befallen the wheels of Time?
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