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~ Robert Pinsky
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Friday, 27. September 2002

Soul Stuff



Have a Mind That Is Open to Everything and Attached to Nothing

Don't Die with Your Music Still in You

You Can't Give Away What You Don't Have

Embrace Silence

Give Up Your Personal History

You Can't Solve a Problem with the Same Mind That Created It

There Are No Justified Resentments

Treat Yourself As If You Already Are What You'd Like to Be

Treasure Your Divinity

Wisdom Is Avoiding All Thoughts That Weaken You




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Thursday, 26. September 2002

Don’t Ask Me for That Love Again - Faiz Ahmad Faiz



That which then was ours, my love, don't ask me for that love again. The world then was gold, burnished with light -- and only because of you. That's what I had believed. How could one weep for sorrows other than yours? How could one have any sorrow but the one you gave? So what were these protests, these rumors of injustice? A glimpse of your face was evidence of springtime. The sky, wherever I looked, was nothing but your eyes. If You'd fall into my arms, Fate would be helpless. All this I'd thought, all this I'd believed. But there were other sorrows, comforts other than love. The rich had cast their spell on history: dark centuries had been embroidered on brocades and silks. Bitter threads began to unravel before me as I went into alleys and in open markets saw bodies plastered with ash, bathed in blood. I saw them sold and bought, again and again. This too deserves attention. I can't help but look back when I return from those alleys --what should one do? And you still are so ravishing --what should I do? There are other sorrows in this world, comforts other than love. Don't ask me, my love, for that love again.

Translated by Agha Shahid Ali




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