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Library: Gravity in Reflection

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Author: merja
Date:Apr 22 2007

 (Edited to incorporate the Roman text. Original in Tamil. All excerpts from
the Kural are taken from http://acharya.iitm.ac.in/tamil/kural/kural_browse.php
  )

By Vayu.


My heart consumes me when I ponder alone, and I my lover's cruelty do bemoan.
(1296) I have even forgotten my modesty, having been caught in my foolish mind
which is not dignified enough to forget him. (1297) My soul, which clings to
life, thinks only of his fortunate (and my own loss has been ignored, denied,
and put away from my mind) in the belief that it would be disgraceful to
despise him. (1298)

To use no kind, conciliating art when Beloved grieves, is cutting out the root
of a tender, winding plant that droops.

Your Love should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, only to someone
who has teh valour and daring to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife,
then weave them into a blanket to protect you. For there are different wells
within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, and others are too deep for
that. In one well you have just a few precious cups of water, that "love" is
literally something of yourself. It can grow as slow as a diamond if it is
lost.

(cf. Some fill with each good rain by Khwajeh Shams al-Din Muhammad Hafez-e
Shirazi url: http://www.poetseers.org/the_poetseers/hafiz/gift/some_fill_with_e
ach_good_rain/view )




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