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| "The Optimism Of Revolution" |
Sheen your face becomes red because of shyness, should I beware of you or your modesty? Rose saw your face and turned into hundreds of colours. Why is your rose face reddened? I have seen hundreds of mantles with love, and I took different measures but your bashfulness has ruined them all in one moment. The clean & clear bashfulness of yours is behind the curtain of absence, this apparent shyness is only the dregs of that. That was poured on your face like rose & heart which became a stove is melted and turned into water after seeing your bashfulness. My god what is that? What did your modesty do to the sober one? The mountain that is made of rock and soil became blood. I am scared of the behaviour that you’ve brought in your veins. Change for the sake of His (God’s) favours towards you, and come to this needy and unhealthy Shiraz.
He quit making a noisy
uproar. There must be some reason for that either he hide his grudge and he
became good and forgiving or either when you have the chance to quit your
uproar or pull out the root of hatred layer by layer from your heart. Don't get
hurt from bad friends, be offended from your own faults the enemy is yourself and
your reflection, don't think double, don't be offended by others boasting and
stinginess be offended by yourself, because the river is frozen only in the
winter time. The one who is heated by love is not hurt by other's coldness, the
one who is hot in July, looks for snow. The anger of the mother it is full of
gentleness toward the beautiful faced children, that anger also resembles parts
of the earth but that earth grows fruits of different kinds, colours roses. There
are also other parts which grow thorns and both are the same colour, but one is
this and the other is different. There is no snake in the grave but you seemed like
the basket of snakes. Face, looks, colours it doesn't matter if it’s from a Negro
or a Hindu or the tribe of Quraish or from some higher family. They all have
the same Heart and they all do the same thing, substance or attributes are all
made of soil but look and see, some at a lower the other a higher level. Every
particle resembles a beggar's cup on his road he fills, this one with gold the
other one with dirt and ashes. He is such an artist that he has such an art, he
makes good give birth to bad from infidel to faithful, then he brings good again
from bad. It is a pity you say feel sorry
for me or you are spending too much, you say what I spend is not mine. I
expend her wealth. And you don't know this capital, the profit, the earning of
both worlds cannot be gained by working here and there, but can be obtained
only by generosity spend for yourself. Offer to your friend because your
ambition and greed never come to an end. Climb to the sky like pumpkin ivy, without
hands and feet insist on generosity. Say no to greed open your hand, your palm like
Shiraz's hand, which was grown at Nizam.
- Shirazian
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