We have two felines Gabriel and Raphael
One has the qualities of an angel,
The other one is a rebel
One evening I heard a queer noise,
I looked below and found
the angel and the rebel gnawing my mattress!
We have two felines Gabriel and Raphael
One has the qualities of an angel,
The other one is a rebel
One evening I heard a queer noise,
I looked below and found
the angel and the rebel gnawing my mattress!
Today’s assignment: Beloved
I have translated the following song which helps to understand, how one feels when one is separated from his/her beloved.
I think of my beloved a lot,
In the dark days of my sorrow,
I light up and extinguish my
Love’s lamp, hoping to feel better tomorrow.
It does not work
For every step I hear,
Awakens the memory of my dear,
The roads cannot help but laugh
That my heart still beats for my beloved.
Often I am misled into thinking
He is coming towards me smiling
But it is only my imagination.
My memory of him has not faded ,
There is a burning in my heart
The tears flow without stopping,
Who knows what others think.
That I have not forgotten him
But my cries suddenly turn into laughter,
When I see him smiling in my thoughts.
The separation from him
Feels as if there is no life in me
The lamp continues to burn
There is no brightness.
I try very hard,
But I am unable to appease my heart,
I play various tunes and sing a variety of songs,
It is not enough to console my heart!
I felt I could not write a better poem than this song. Pardon me for taking this route, I feel I have made some contribution by translating a song which is in a language other than my own.
Thank you all. 🙂
You can write anything for today’s post _ the only requirement is that you begin with a blockquote.
The type of quote you choose is up to you Maybe the passage is something you’d like to comment on, or is one of your favorite quotes.The following is a quote of Allama Iqbal, the poet and philosopher of India. He was born in Sialkot which is now Pakistan.
So what if your prostrations have left a mark on your forehead. Try the kind that can leave a mark on the soil. This is a quote by Allama Iqbal.
Yes I’d like to comment on this quote. Here Iqbal is pointing out about prayer. It is believed in Islam, that those who pray regularly, which includes prostration, they get a mark on their forehead as evidence of their submission to the creator.
I’m not sure if I’m right or this is what the poet implied. To me he is pointing out that the mark on the forehead is no guarantee that this person is pious. One can be considered pious even if he doesn’t have that mark on the forehead.
Prayer is only one of the requirements of a good person. The other factors that should be taken into consideration,are his behavior towards his fellow beings. One needs to be compassionate, generous and humble. If these attributes are missing, the mark alone on his/her forehead will not give him the status of a truly God-fearing human being.
I wasn’t able to post this yesterday as I had problems with the internet. I hope my friends and bloggers would take this into consideration and give their feedback. Thank you in advance.
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