Last night my soul cried, “O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.
“Without sin and crime, eternally revolving upon your body in its complaining is the indigo of mourning;
“Now happy, now unhappy, like Abraham in the fire; at once king and beggar like Ebrahim-e Adham.
“In your form you are terrifying, yet your state is full of anguish: you turn round like a millstone and writhe like a snake.”
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Simply superb, A deep philosophical poem with artistic touch to give the life a true meaning, we see and wonder how, why and when such things were created and who Controls it.....Brilliant poem.
Reason a seeker of certainty, patience a seeker of help. And love seeing the u seen through him.....beautiful lines leaving deep impressions upon he heart.