Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;
Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;
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Beautiful poem. Shams-e Tabrizi was Rumi's Sufi master. He's tomb was designated by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site.
Calamity! ! Facing the odds of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
In a free world we all have a choices? for the time being anyway?
Life of a common man aptly described, we all fall in the trap of routine and follow it mechanically without thinking...
He said, Will you bear this sorrow till the Resurrection? Yes, Friend, I bear it, I bear it. He who endures till the end will be saved........