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Rumi My Head at Your Feet _____________________________________________________
I have come to place my head at Your feet to take in Your love with my whole being. Even if you say No, for me it's like breaking sugarcane. I have come as intellect and soul, hidden from all To take the torch of sight toward the vision and the soul. I have come like a thief to the king’s treasury. If I take no gold, I’ll take the news of having gone there. If He breaks my heart, I will give my life to my heart-breaker, But if He takes my dignity, I’ll cling to something else. Where can I look if He is sitting in front of me, filling my view? Where can I travel when He has taken the City of Love? It is He whose arrow’s might splits the mountain apart. In front of His arrows, why should I pick up a shield? I said to the Sun, “If you can endure your heat, He will turn your heat into fever.” He said, “Yes, if I endure it.” His radiant face brings purity to the heart. From the stream of His beauty, I take some water to the burning heart Through the passion of thinking of Him, I have become a thought. Through my zeal for His name, I call on the moon-faced Beauty. This ghazal[1] I have written in answer to the wine He left with me. He said, “Drink! If you don’t, I’ll take it to someone else.” Translated by Parviz Rasti
"Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself is often the first to
take offense. It sometimes feels very good to take offense, doesn't it?
And surely he knows that no one has offended him, and that he himself
has invented the offense and told lies just for the beauty of it, that
he has exaggerated for the sake of effect, that he has picked on a word
and made a mountain out of a pea- he knows all of that, and still he is
the first to take offense, he likes feeling offended, it gives him
great pleasure, and thus he reaches the point of real hostility... Do
get up from your knees and sit down, I beg you, these posturing are
false, too..."
Dostoevsky Excerpt from The Brothers Karamazov
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