Quote“Creation is the result of lighting the wick of the candle of love, the wick of “being known and seen.” If the Lord did not love creation, there would be neither moons, nor suns nor stars.”
-Fethullah Gulen
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Home  Broken Pick To the Spirit of the Master of Beings
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To the Spirit of the Master of Beings |
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Poems -
Broken Pick
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Written by Fethullah Gulen
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Tuesday, 17 January 2006 |
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Again my heart is grieved and wails for separation;
It burns over and over in a burning fire this moment.
Like a violin every string of my heart ached.
My liver became a “kebab” oh my Sultan oh!
Spring passed and autumn blew my spirit cries blood.
My fortune has faded my chest has burned my eyes have become streams.
Expectations were shaken my hope dashed. Good-by to life!
Separation has begun my heart has been carried away. Good-by to me!
I'm an addict of longing. I've reached separation. I'm pure melancholy.
Hey Friend give me a glance for God's sake. I'm powerless!
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