Classic poem of the day
The man, my friend, whose conscious heart
With virtue's sacred ardour glows,
Nor taints with death th'envenom'd dart,
Nor needs the guard of Moorish bows.
Tho' Scythia's icy cliffs he treads
Or torrid Africk's faithless sands;
Or where the fam'd Hydaspes spreads
His liquid wealth o'er barb'rous lands.
For while by Chloe's image charm'd,......
Member poem of the day
These are my modern English translations of poems, epigrams, sayings and quotes by Rumi.
Elevate your words, not their volume. Rain grows flowers, not thunder.—Rumi, translation by Michael R. Burch
Forget security!
Live by the perilous sea.
Destroy your reputation, however glorious.
Become notorious.
—Rumi, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Your heart’s candle is ready to be kindled.
Your soul&rsquo...