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تسجيلThe Ideal Woman
Feb 11, 2021 02:14 PM Feb 11, 2021 02:14 PM
Fret not thyself To calculate the profit and the loss, Being content to tread the well-worn path Our fathers went before. Be wary of Time's depredations, and to thy broad breast Gather thy children close; these meadow-chicks, Unfledged as yet to fly, have fallen far From their warm nest. High, high the carvings are That wrestle with thy soul; be conscious still And ever of thy model, Fatimah, So that thy branch may bear a new Hussein, Our garden blossom with the Golden Age.' _____________ Translated by AJ Arberry
الكاتب: محمد إقبال
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