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You will be asked to do the work of taking on responsibility for the world. Let neither Turanians, Iranians nor Afghan remain. What was it that erased the tyranny of Caesar and Cyrus? The power of Hyder R. By the glance of the man who is a true believer even destiny is changed. Only commentaries on one small point of faith. Sakht Hain Fitrat Ki Taazirain The distinction of servant and lord has put mankind into turmoil; Beware, oh powerful ones; the penalties of nature are harsh.

Urne Se Pehle Par-Fishan Ho Ja Your wings and your plumage are soiled with the dust of colour and race; You, my bird of the holy shrine, shake your wings before you start to ly. Khudi Mein Doob Ja Ghail! The song of the bird of the garden has come from the branches; The spring has come; the beloved has come; peace has come! For the army of singers has come drove upon drove. Dgar Shakh-E-Khalil A. Let us split open the roof of the heavens and think upon new ways.

Through its modulations, the Ininite demonstrates the parameters of possibilities. Death is your ultimate destiny, Death is my ultimate destiny. Frail and evanescent, all miracles of ingenuity, Transient, all temporal attainments; Ephemeral, all worldly accomplishments.

Extinction, the fate of everything; Hidden or manifest, old or new. Love is the messenger of God. Love is the Word of God. Love is the heady wine, Love is the grand goblet. Love is the light of life, Love is the ire of life. Ae Haram-E-Qurtuba! The miracle of art springs from the lifeblood of the artist! My plaint kindles the soul. You draw the hearts to the Presence Divine, I inspire them to bloom and blossom. Despite the limit of azure skies, Ordained for this handful of dust.

My lute is the serenade of longing. Every ibre of my being Resonates with the refrains of Allah hoo! You are beautiful and majestic. He too is beautiful and majestic. The Muslim is destined to last as his Azan holds the key to the mysteries of the perennial message of Abraham and Moses. Tigris, Danube and Nile: Billows of his oceanic expanse. Fascinating, the accounts of his achievements! He it was, who bade the inal adieu To the outworn order. Under the shadow of lashing scimitars, 'La Ilah' is his protection.

His contented self has no demands on this world or the other. But whether in fray or in social gathering, Ever chaste at heart, ever clean in conduct. All else: illusion, sorcery, fallacy. An inspiration in the cosmic communion.

Kaaba Arbab-E-Fan! You have elevated Andalusia To the eminence of the holy Harem. Aah Woh Mardan-E-Haq! And darts shooting out of those eyes, Even today, are on target. Its music, even today, Carries strains of melodies from Hijaz.

Your porticoes have not resonated With the call of the muezzin. Reason, once more, unfurled its sails. A Divine secret it is, Not for the lips to utter. Let us see what surfaces from the depths of the deep. Let us see what color, The blue sky changes into. The parting sun has left behind mounds and mounds of rubies, the best from Badakhshan. The tumult and turmoil of revolution, Keep the soul of a nation alive. Soulless is the melody without the lifeblood of the maestro.

Drip like tears from the eye of the moth Head to foot pathos I am, full of longing is my story Elahi! Na Marg-e-Naghaan Meri! O God! What is the pleasure of living so in this world? Ye Khamoshi Kahan Tak? Create taste for complaint! You should be on the earth, so your cries be in the heavens!

O imprudent one! Rehna It is best for you not to remain indiferent to yours own O apathetic person! Dua Prayer poem10 Ya Rab! Make us long again for beautiful sights, and create in us the urge to make demands. Give us the calm and poise of the shore, But the freedom of the sea. I wish that my prayer would have efect—Give to a beggar, bounteous Lord! The secret which silence had concealed will be unveiled now. Time has gone when wine was taken secretly.

That was the One you showed us as a thousand If this is your state what will be your credibility? Even winking is a sin What will our respect be if you will be restless here? Your voice causes much despair—quiet! Hum Nasheen! I believe in the destiny of my Millat My Community!

Merely a topic of theology. Neither mullah nor faqih envisages the fact that Unity of thought without unity of action is imperfect. What is a nation, or how to lead it? When the heart sees clear vision, the fates that rule earth wear no veil.

What thing is the State Or why must labour and capital so bloodily disagree? Witness of enduring life is this unending toil and haste! My forgetful one, put forward something you have accomplished, if you have anything written on your scroll. Doobe Huay Taron Ka Matam Kab Talak From the womb of this old universe a new red sun is born— For extinguished stars, of heaven, how much longer will you mourn? Where the lamp of your own spirit shines, there let your dwelling be.

Nothing of the burning and making of the Muslims is hidden from me. Do not bring your request before Solomon. Hushyar Bash Ah you who cannot distinguish the hidden from the revealed, become aware!

You, caught up in Abu Bakr and Ali, become aware! Now control your heart a little and see the efect of the lament. And what are the sun and the starry heavens? The vastness of this desert ills me with fright. But pray tell me if it is by your permission That the angels bestow riches upon the worthless ones?

What is the originality of thought and action? O Great Rome! Your conscience has changed altogether: Is this a dream I see or is this for real! Whose benevolent eye has graced this miracle upon you? He whose vision is like the light of the Sun! One faqr is Shabiri, and it has qualities of emperor Which is Muslim heritage and real wealth of Shabir.

Where have you come leaving me there? Tere Aanasuon Ne Bhujaya Issay! I do not hear those lovely sounds in my cage now May it happen that my freedom be in my own hands now! I fear lest I die in this cage with this woe grief! You taught it, what rites of love?

The creature circles around your lare. How burnt in your lash of sight! Life endures in your ardour bright? The moth with its urge to envisage the lame! You penetrate the secret of existence, But 1 see it with my eyes. My status is so high— I am the throne of the God of Majesty! What is that melody worth, which hides itself in the silent chords of the harp. Bereave not of its moon my night; I see a full moon in your goblet shine, oh Saki!

Ae Muslaman! Either bereft of life I drop, or the Wheel of Fate must stop. Perhaps some magic in thy air Has breathed into my song The buoyancy of youth. But why, complain? You know not the way. I am the breath of morn, Your face I would adorn. How long, while your ship remains in Ravi, Nile and Euphrates? It would be no surprise from a traveler who thinks too much. It steeps men irst in pleasure, the wine supplies at last.

I lifted not my eyes to see my Friend, And, on the Day of Judgment, shamed myself. But of that blindness, that caravan spirit! Of your own greatness you have no notion. It is nothing to talk about if I transform base selves into gold: The passion of my voice is the only alchemy I know! My heart bleeds from the song of the early morning: O Lord! What is the sin for which this is a punishment? Ae Tair-e-Lahooti! Of urge, though Nature not deplete, Yet where it fails you must complete. There are other places to sigh and cry for!

The West seeks to make life a perpetual feast; A wish in vain, in vain, in vain! Thou hast betrayed the secret of a fakir, Though a fakir has wealth more than a king of men. The schools bestow no grace of fancy ine, Cloisters impart no glow of Love Divine.

The goal that Travellers seek is far and wide, Alas! There is no chief to lead and guide. No less than Khyber, the war of faith and land, But warrior like Ali R. The chief of tavern thinks that West has raised The house on shaking founds, whose walls are glazed. The throne as well as the mat, alike are full of guile and craft: Both royal hall and Holy Shrine have lost their essence ine.

O manly heart, the goal you seek is hard to gain like gem unique: Get irm resolve and freedom true, If aim of life you wish to woo. Like Sanjar great and Tughral just to rule and conquer learn you must: Or like a qalandar true and bold the wont and way of monarch hold. Act on Muslim law and rites, or sit in fane like acolytes: Be it the Shrine or temple high, ever like a drunkard cry.

The Culture New is nothing else save glamour false and show, indeed: If the face be fair and bright, rouge vendors aid it does not need. Discerning eyes bleed in pain, For faith is ruined by knowledge in this age.

Silver glisters white and new, But blackens the hands and clothes. Sahir-e-Afrang Ka Sayd-e-Zaboon! How long this clash between church and state? Is the body superior to the soul? Tell me about the secret of man, Tell how dust is a peer of the stars. The East lives on through your words! Of what disease nations die? Muslims have now lost their vigour and force; Wherefore are they so timid and tame?

Though life is a mart without any lustre, What kind of bargain doth ofer some gain? I am at a loss to know the puzzle Of free will and determination. Ghaar-o-Koh Prudence in our faith decrees war and power, In the faith of Jesus—a cave and mount. How to discipline the body? And how to awaken the heart? The secret of faith I do not know; How to believe in the Day of Judgement? Deprived of the Presence, relying on existence, wearied: Impoverished by its own preys.

Love alone is it to be hunted, But who can ever ensnare it! You know the heart of the universe; Tell how a nation can be strong? You think your heart is a heart, Forsaking the search for illumined hearts. Why is material world beyond my reach? Why are the wise in faith, fools in the world?

What is the secret of knowledge and wisdom? And how to be blessed with passion and pain? India now has no light of vision or yearning; Men of illumined hearts have fallen on evil days. But Rumi is an ocean, stormy, mysterious. Thou, too, art moving in that band of men— That band of men of passion, of which Rumi is the guide. You are so diferent and unlike all the other dwellers of the wild and the desert!

Who are your parents and ancestors? And I—I too inhabit this abode of light; but why Is the star burned out that rules my destiny?

To be used as we see fit. She feels breathless, free. Always ready for my lady and my lord. Use me. Fuck me.

Gwen moans at the sight. She pulls up her skirt and slowly lowers herself onto it, sighing. Some might still take him for just a servant. But not today. Not now. Merlin reaches for his cock quickly, greedily. Arthur positions himself above him, facing Gwen, looking into her eyes. He shares a quick kiss with her before Merlin starts licking his cock, and Gwen starts riding Merlin, hard, rough, quick, fingernails digging into his sides.

Dirty, but beautiful. Gwen encompasses them both with her hand, wanting the picnic to never end, wanting them to stay like that forever. Plain text with limited HTML? Main Content While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Get an Invitation. Which was why Arthur was attempting to track down Gwen. They were good friends, Arthur reasoned.

Unfortunately he was right about them being good friends, good enough friends that Guinevere would lie to him about where Merlin had gone. She shook her head. She was trying hard not to, but Arthur could see her smiling.

This was ridiculous, he thought. He was the crown prince, the least these people could do is be honest with him. Surely someone else could fill in for him? Send someone to tell the head servant to find you a replacement for today. For some reason, those words seemed to hit Arthur in the gut. Fill in? No one could replace Merlin.

But why did he care so much about the idiot with the too-big ears, absurd amount of kindness, the dopey smile, the pretty blue eyes, sarcastic wit, and the attractive face-. Merlin made his way to the edge of the lower town, peering into the woods. He really should have gotten some sort of message from his father by now.

Or maybe he should send his own. Either way, it was an excuse for him to get out of Camelot for a bit and explore the woods. He spun around to find Gwaine standing with a tankard of ale in one hand and a dubious looking sack in the other. He'd grown fond of the knight, much to Arthur's chagrin. He took a swig of ale. A loud laugh came from the knight. I'll see you around, Merlin. He watched as Gwaine stumbled off to the tavern, probably half drunk already.

Merlin frowned as he continued to walk into the forest. He was becoming an expert on humans, he realized, and getting drunk every night was probably not a healthy habit.

It certainly didn't help Gwaine's standing as a knight. He began to think of how he would bring this up to Arthur, seeing as Gwaine was directly under his jurisdiction, and despite Arthur's protests, a very good friend. Maybe it would help if he talked to the tavern keeper and convinced them to stop serving him after a certain point. Merlin tried his best to ignore the cold pang of worry and fear when he thought about everything bad that could happen to Gwaine.

It felt like it was his duty to make sure the humans he cared about were safe. If anything happened to Gwen, Gaius, Lancelot, Gwaine, or especially Arthur, well, he'd raze anyone and anything to the ground if it meant that they stayed safe and sound-.

Of course he'd been taught what this meant when he was a dragonet, still stumbling around with awkward claws and too-big wings. Somehow, in his time at Camelot, he'd formed a bond with the humans that had always seemed so silly to him.

Most dragons hoarded precious objects, like gems and gold, but there were a few exceptions. Apparently Merlin couldn't even be bothered to have a normal hoard. Instead of valuable shiny things, Merlin had gone and unknowingly gotten himself a hoard of humans.

He was broken out of his reflection by a loud rustling of leaves and a sneeze. Immediately he threw his hands up and felt his magic buzz in his bones, ready to defend himself as needed. Turning around, he couldn't find what could have made such a human noise.

Sniffing, he couldn't smell any human scent. He could only smell-. His senses were still much better than the average human, but they were still much weaker compared to his dragon form. If Merlin wasn't mistaken, the young dragon was hiding up in the trees somewhere. A young boy, who looked to be around nine or ten, fell down from the trees. His bright yellow-green eyes shone with happiness as he launched himself up from a roll to grip Merlin in a hug.

He smiled, happy for the young dragon's glee. In all honesty, Mordred's human transformation wasn't quite perfect. For one thing, his eyes were a dead giveaway. Anyone with half an ounce of sense would know that his glowing eyes with black slits for pupils were far from normal, least of all human.

And his smile. Mordred's teeth were just a little too sharp to be completely human. From afar he probably looked okay, but any close interaction would immediately give him away as magical and most definitely not human. Kilgharrah's eyesight must be going. He was, after all, an older dragon, Merlin reasoned. He was bound to mess up at some point.

Sending Mordred out like this, especially alone, was not safe. What was his father thinking? Mordred interrupted his thoughts. Now we can test it with humans! Merlin blinked. He told Mordred that, and instantly felt his heart sink to his toes as Merlin began to quiver his lip and widen his eyes.

Somehow that expression was even more damning as human than it was when Mordred was a dragon. Worry began to grow in him. Mordred blinked. Merlin felt like he had been slapped across the face.

Those were the exact words they used?