Oh, the secret of Life! You are full of fascination ...
Any soul, like a magnet, clings to you,
He swears in fidelity in the morning dawn,
By noon ... forgetting the promise ...
Words do not need to be sunset,
And the unsolved mystery again goes away ...
One - in the darkness, the other - the stars chorus ...
But there remains the mystery of the secret of divination ...
And again, in the morning, there are jabs
The minds of people: - Open, oh, mystery, petals!
By noon ... the oaths fade away, and the sands
Deserts Wanderings of the Mind will absorb Knowledge ...
So, scorching sand in itself will absorb
All that the exact sciences set out,
And the secret of Life ... drops in the air,
And only a free man trusts his flight ...
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One of the tales tells how, at one time ...
In a distant country ... there lived people - wise men ...
It's not that so many fathers knew,
But they understood ... the price of secrecy, the price of gold ...
There was one wall in that country,
That the secret of Life protected from the fathers,
And who climbed it, in the end -
He, smiling, jumped as if to nowhere ...
And from there ... nothing can be learned ...
Do not return those who have seen, never ...
Although the curiosity of new pilgrims there
Lucked all the time ...
So, we decided to try
Such a mysterious means of this mystery of the century ...
The chains of the feet were bounded by a brave man,
What came out the wall ... All - on the alert!
They held firmly - firmly the chains of man ...
And so, he climbed up, and now he looked!
And seeing something that is closed by that wall,
He was delighted, and he rejoices over himself!
However ... they pulled from below ... He flew ...
How great was the despair of people,
They found out that he was speechless ...
So, remained forever, like the secret of the meeting,
The wall in that city is the limit of passions ...
But we know that the reasons for that dumbness,
That silence, so much to say
They can not be ... and it is impossible to describe
All the knowledge that sees that he is given ...
But coming back ... feels
Among the children themselves ... among their toys ...
What do not have value there, in the edges of others,
Where the fact ... is not true ... Other means ...
Echo Khazrat Inayat Khan
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