Monday, March 29, 2004
“Where are you rushing to?
Asked the goat’s-thorn of the breeze
Don’t you want to take a trip away
From the dust of this wilderness?
-“ I am all desire, but,
No hope, since I am shackled here"
“Where are you rushing to?”
-“to any better home than this home…”
-“Have a safe trip, but, for the sake of our friendship,
and for God’s sake,
When you have safely passed this fearsome desert,
Give the blossoms, give the rain,
Our regards… ”
(posted by Iman)
Posted:Monday, March 29, 2004 |
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