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About Rahman BabaTimeline (1653 - 1711) |
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Soul Train
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My soul is restless in search of the beautiful;
As the breeze yearns for the scent of flowers. Your beauty is like the sun drying up the dew; Dawn breaks, and turns my tears to laughter. When I contemplate your beauty My heart marvels at your sight. The image of your face Makes my soul sing like a bird. Within this frail body my soul Lies visible, like pure wine in the glass. Once my search discovered your radiant beauty My spirit move spinning day and night like the sun. In search of your cheeks I became a nomad; My soul wanders as far as India and Khorasan. -- from The Poetry of Rahman Baba: Poet of the Pashtuns, translated by Robert Sampson and Momin Khan (available from http://rahmanbaba-poetry.com/ )
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