Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal. - Rabindranath Tagore

أنا هذا البخور الذي لا يضوع عطره ما لم يُحرق..أنا هذا القنديل الذي لا يشع ضوؤه ما لم يُشعَل

that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

The Song of the Defeated

My master has bid me while I stand at the roadside,
to sing the song of Defeat,
for that is the bride whom He woos in secret.
She has put on the dark veil,
hiding her face from the crowd,
but the jewel glows on her breast in the dark.
She is forsaken of the day,
and God's night is waiting for her with its lamps lighted and flowers wet with dew.
She is silent with her eyes downcast;
she has left her home behind her,
from her home has come that wailing in the wind.
But the stars are singing the love-song of the eternal to a face sweet with shame and suffering.
The door has been opened in the lonely chamber,
the call has sounded,
and the heart of the darkness throbs with awe
because of the coming tryst.