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"And silently their shining Lord replies:
'I am a mirror set before your eyes,
And all who come before my splendor see
Themselves, their own unique reality ...
... The Simurgh, Truth's last flawless jewel, the light
In which you will be lost to mortal sight,
Dispersed to nothingness until once more
You find in Me the selves you were before.'"
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Sunday, October 29, 2006 |
A pauper in love with the king of Egypt |
A poor man fell in love with Egypt's king, Who heard the news and ordered guards to bring The wretch to him. 'You love the king,' he said; 'Now choose: give up your home here or your head -- You must make up your mind between these two, Exile or death. Well, which seems best to you?' For all his love this pauper wasn't brave; His choice was exile rather than the grave. He left; the king's command came loud and clear: 'Cut off his head at once and bring it here.' The porter said: 'But he is innocent; Why should my lord command this punishment?' 'He did not really love,' the king replied. 'Though he pretended love for me, he lied: If he were valiant in love he would Have chosen death here as the highest good. If one prefers his head to love, then he Must pay to love the traitor's penalty -- Had he required my head, at his command There would have been no lord to rule this land; I would have worn his livery, a king Would have become his slave in everything -- But he resisted love, and it is right That he should lose his head in such a fight. The man who leaves me, though he rave and cry, Is an impostor and his love's a lie -- I say this as a warning to that crowd Whose boasts of love for me ring long and loud.' "
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