Oh people, what is the role of a heart on the stage
Of life, between beauty and death, while the devil’s
Arrows are penetrating that heart?
The memories are the pictures of the continuance.
How difficult it is to the human when his thoughts
Are wrestling with himself?
I love to walk on thorns for ever to understand the
Taste of life because behind the partition line there
Are neither thorns or walking.
My pain is my pure tears which I plunge into them
My free quill.
The pain is a partition boundary between the soul
And the body.
A child who lives away from the face of its mother,
Lives somber in the face of the nations and between
Its lips lay the innocent smile.
Console yourselves in times of sorrow because no
One else will understand your sadness, and in times
Of joy be contented with yourselves because no one
Else will grant you felicity.
But, you have got to know that between your sorrows
And your felicity shall be triumph to your hope.
Your regret, is when you sow your love in hearts
That do not appreciate it, but you are not a loser!
Because there is another heart waiting for you to
Open its wide door and welcome you with true
Love and sincerity.
Pain is the real sense of your feelings.
It is a battle between your will and another’s
Will. It is a time when a self receive a judgment
Into Inner consideration and contemplation.
It is a reward of punishment for exhausting
Your selves in the unwanted. It is when your
Free souls do not compromise with your bodies.
After all it is the meaning of your dark life!
These are excerpts from the book: “The Messenger”
Author: Jamil Elias Kabalan
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