Dear Icons
you are correctwhy am i here?
This is a singles site
I am anything but single
As i am defective
As I am not hot
Not desireable
I am here for the loneliness
the emptyness
It does not matter the status
The loneliness wins
At this point
You are aware I am lonely
At this point
We make friends
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that is for Sure ......
Frankly you are attractive woman and i thought you choose to be alone
May i be your new friend
This quicksilver-destiny cannot be separated from mercury.
Why should that pure-seeing eye look at the glitter of armor on the horse
When it sees the valour of the holy warrior?
Make the lamp of desire bright in the heart of the tulip!
Make every particle of the garden a martyr to search!
The effect of the spring-rain is born in the tears of the Muslims.
Pearls will be born again in the sea of the Friend of God.
This book of the Radiant Community is receiving a new binding;
The Hashimite branch is once more ready to bring forth new leaves and fruit.
TO BE CONTINUED……….
You are the caravan, which the stars follow as dust on the road.
Space is transient; its inhabitants are transitory,
but the beginning of time is yours; its end is yours.
You are the final message of God; you are eternal.
The blood of your heart is the henna which decorates the tulip-bride.
You belong to Abraham; you are the builder of the world.
Your nature is the trustee of all the possibilities of life;
You are like the touchstone of the hidden essence of the world.
The One who left this world of water and clay for eternal life—
The one whom the prophet hood took with it—you are that gift.
TO BE CONTINUED……….
In the darkness of the desert night is the candle of the monks.
What was it that erased the tyranny of Caesar and Cyrus?
The power of Hyder (R.A.), the asceticism of Bu Dharr (R.A.), the truth of Salman (R.A.)!
How magnificently the heroes of the community have blazed the trail,
And those who have been prisoners for centuries peer at them through a crack in the door.
The stability of life in the world comes from the strength of faith,
For the Turanians have emerged firmer than even the Germans.
When certainty is born in these embers of ashes,
Then it gives birth to the wings of Gabriel.
TO BE CONTINUED……….
The blood of the sun will drip, of we split the heart of an atom.
Firm certainty, eternal action, the love that conquers the world—
These are the swords of men in the holy war of life.
What else does man need but a lofty spirit and pure character,
A warm heart, a pure-sighted eye and a restless soul?
Those who rushed forward with the splendor of the eagle emerged plucked of their wings and plumage;
The stars of evening sank in the blood of the sunset but rose again.
Those who swam under the sea were buried by the ocean,
But those who suffered the buffeting of the wave arose, and became pearls.
TO BE CONTINUED……….
Those who kept their forehead upon the dust emerged as the makers of elixir.
Our slow-running messenger brought the tidings of life;
Those to whom the lightning gave news emerged unknowing.
The Shrine was disgraced by the lack of foresight of the old keeper of the shrine;
But how our Tartar heroes emerged as young men of vision!
Those who soar aloft and light the sky say this to the earth,
‘These earth-bound creatures emerged more lively, more stable and more shining.’
In the world, the people of faith live like the sun;
Here they sink, there they arise, there they sink, here they arise!
TO BE CONTINUED……….
This is the power which draws the portrait of the fate of the community.
You are the secret of creation, see yourself in your eyes;
Share the secret of your own self, become the spokesman of God.
Greed has split mankind into little pieces;
Become the statement of brotherhood, become the language of love.
Here are Indians, there people of Khurasan, here Afghans, there Turanians—
You, who despise the shore, rise up and make yourself boundless.
Your wings and your plumage are soiled with the dust of color and race;
You, my bird of the holy shrine, shake your wings before you start to fly.
TO BE CONTINUED……….
Come out from the fetters of evening and morning, become immortal.
On the battle-field of life adopt the nature of steel;
In the bed-chamber of love become as soft as silk and painted brocade.
Pass like a river in full spate through the mountains and the deserts;
If the garden should come your way, then become a melodiously singing stream.
There is no limit to your knowledge and love;
In the instrument of nature there is no sweeter song than you.
Even now, mankind if the miserable prey to imperialism;
How distressing that man is hunted by man!
TO BE CONTINUED……….
The earth is the coursing-ground for the stain-cloaked Tartars.
Arise! A buyer has come to our hapless life;
After an age, the time has come for our caravan’s departure.
Come, Saki! The song of the bird of the garden has come from the branches;
The spring has come; the beloved has come; peace has come!
The spring cloud has pitched its tent in the valley and the desert;
The sound of the waterfall has come from the summit of the mountains.
I implore you; renew the law of the past!
For the army of singers has come drove upon drove.
TO BE CONTINUED……….
Its hidden mystic powers have been revealed to the eye.
Again the branch of Khalil has been watered by the sap of our blood;
In the marketplace of love our cash has proved to be perfect.
I scatter the pearls of tulips upon the dust of the martyrs,
For their blood has proved to be effective for the saplings of the community.
Come, so that we may strew roses and pour a measure in the cup!
Lets split open the roof of the heavens and think upon new ways.