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With strength and patience all his grievous loads are borne,
And from the world's rose-bed he only asks a thorn.
- Oriental Poetry, Mussud's Praise of the Camel
In the rest of Nirvana all sorrows surcease:
Only Buddha can guide to that city of Peace
Whose inhabitants have the eternal release.
- Oriental Poetry--A Leader to Repose [Rest]
God's mills grind slow,
But they grind woe.
- Oriental Poetry--Delayed Retribution
Ten poor men sleep in peace on one straw heap, as Saadi sings,
But the immensest empire is too narrow for two kings.
- Oriental Poetry--Elbow Room
[Contentment : Royalty]
An Arab, by his earnest gaze,
Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
A smile within his eyelids plays
And into words his longing gushes.
- Oriental Poetry--Love Sowing and Reaping Roses
A gray eye is a sly eye,
And roguish is a brown one;
Turn full upon me thy eye,--
Ah, how its wavelets drown one!
A blue eye is a true eye;
Mysterious is a dark one,
Which flashes like a spark-sun!
A black eye is the best one.
- Oriental Poetry--Mirtsa Schaffy on Eyes
A thousand yeasr a poor man watched
Before the gate of Paradise:
But while one little nap he snatched,
It oped and shut. Ah! was he wise?
- Oriental Poetry--Swift Opportunity
[Disappointment : Opportunity]
As two floating planks meet and part on the sea,
O friend! so I met and then drifted from thee.
- Oriental Poetry--The Brief Chance Encounter
In the nine heavens are eight Paradises;
Where is the ninth one? In the human breast.
Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises,
But blessedness dwells in the human breast.
- Oriental Poetry--The Ninth Paradise
Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation
Which rises from the cup of mad impiety,
And go, get drunk with that divine intoxication
Which is more sober far than all sobriety.
- Oriental Poetry--The Sober Drunkenness
The moon is a silver pin-head vast,
That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.
- Oriental Poetry--The Use of the Moon
Fill up the goblet and reach to me some!
Drinking makes wise, but dry fasting makes glum.
- Oriental Poetry--Wine Song of Kaitmas
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