Alas for our foolish human nature! Its fond mistakes are persistent. The dictates of reason take a long time to assert their own sway. The surest proofs meanwhile are disbelieved. False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes.

ليس الخلاص عندي في رفض الحياه ,فاني لأحس ضمه الحريه في عشرات المئات من قيود الملذات ,كلا..لن اغلق حواسي , ان مباهج النظر, والسمع واللمس ستحمل دائما طابع النعيم الاكبر , اجل ان كل اوهامي ستتقد لتكون انوارا في مهرجان الافراح وستنضج كل اشواقي لتكون ثمارا في ربيع الحب وهو موقف ايجابي من الحياه والطبيعه.

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I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.
That is why it is so late and why I have been guilty of such omissions.
They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast; but I
evade them ever, for I am only waiting for love to give myself up at
last into his hands.
People blame me and call me heedless; I doubt not they are right
in their blame.
The market day is over and work is all done for the busy. Those
who came to call me in vain have gone back in anger. I am only
waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.

Those who live in England, away from the East, have now got to recognize that Europe has completely lost her former moral prestige in Asia. She is no longer regarded as the champion throughout the world of fair dealing and the exponent of high principle, but rather as the upholder of Western race supremacy and the exploiter of those outside her own borders.