How can we not admire
emptiness especially when it’s

pregnant with superlative Light?

Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
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Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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A flower blossomed from the pain of the nightingale.
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Hafez
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Welcome, dear nightingale - from your sweet throat
Pour out the pain of lovers note by note.
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Farid al-Din 'Attar, The Conference of the Birds
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ﻴﺎ ﻨﺒﻲ ﻴﺎ ﻤﺤﻤﺪ ﻴﺎ ﻘﺮﻴﺷﻲ ﻔﻲ ﻤﻜﺔ ﻮ ﺍﻠﻤﺪﻴﻨﺔ ﻨﻮﺭﻚ ﺒﻬﻲ

til iram...tak for en uforglemmelig mawlid aften

madad ya rasul allah!

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Desolation

O men, can what is decreed be stopped?
Can the good life that is no more return?

I remembered a time long gone,
and my anxious thoughts
Rushed down upon me, and my tears burst forth.

My passion's throes brought back to mind
thoughts of those I loved-
And those in battle fallen:
Rafi' and Nufay',

And Sa'd - all now in other Gardens,
while here
Their campsites are in desolation, the land
a waste.

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Hassan Ibn Thabit
composed on the occasion of the battle of Badr.
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{Transl. Jaroslav Stetkevych}
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And after them I sent my gaze, when already
There stood between us
dunes crested with aloes and myrtle
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Imru' al-Qays
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Til Maha...altid...altid...

Foto (c) Roxana

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.

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Walt Whitman

Vincent Van Gogh, Starry Night over the Rhone, 1888

Kom og se mig eksplodere.
På nattehimlen.

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Ursula Andkjær Olsen

Anselm Kiefer, Sternenfall
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Den tyske kunstner Anselm Kiefer udstiller på Louisiana