Not pig poetry!

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Namaste All,

 

'God gave the pharoah abundance of riches and wealth,

so that he boasted that he was 'Lord Supreme',

In the whole of his life he suffered no headache,

So that he never cried to God, wretch that he was,

God granted him the absolute dominion of the world,

But witheld from him pain and sorrows and cares,

Because pain and sorrow and loads of cares,

are the lot of God's friends in the world,

so that thou mayest call on God in secret,

The cries of those free from pain and dull and cold,

The cries of the sorrowful come from the burning hearts.'

>From the man who was calling O Allah, was equivalent to God's

answering him,'Here I am". P 192 The Masnavai by Jalaluddin Rumi.