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Let me tell you that once I was Layla, now I am Layla no longer. I am madder, more 'Majnun' than a thousand Majnuns.Is not Majnun the black star, vagrant tormented by love?But my torments are a thousand times greater! It is true, he also is a target for the arrows of pain, but he is a man, I am a woman! He is free & can escape. He need not be afraid,can go where he likes,talk & cry and express the deepest feelings
— Jun 14, 2026 10:42AM
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Was it really possible, then, to steal a glance at paradise while living on on earth? Could a small particle of eternity break the chain of hours?
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Look, I know of a garden, where palm trees, as dense as a forest, will protect you from prying eyes. There will be nothing above but the wheeling expanse of the sky, nothing beneath but a carpet of living green.... Come! Spring awaits you there and the key of your fate!
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'And you: would it not also make you happy to see her? Could you not once break the fetters of separation, recite verses which would bring peace to her heart, re-live what has become memory, re-awaken what belongs to the past?
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'Ruling in the realm of love, may your life endure as long as love itself. I am sent by Layla, whose beauty is one of the wonders of the world. She values her bond with you higher than her life. How long is it since she has seen your face, or heard your voice! She wishes to see you, so that eye can look into eye, if only for the passing of a breath.
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Accept these as a present; go, fetch Majnun and bring him here. Then arrange a secret meeting in this garden. I only want to see him, to look at him, one single glance into the light! And perhaps, who knows, he will recite a few of his lines for me, two or three only, which no one else has yet heard; perhaps when I listen to them the tangled skein in my soul will be unravelled."
— 53 minutes ago
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When the girl heard this, she became a reed sounding the melody of lost love.
'How I wish that I could be with him in his adversity! But our sufferings are not alike. It is I, not he, who is caught like a Joseph in the pit. Majnun is free, walking over the mountain peaks where I cannot follow him out of my valley—yet I will see him!
— 54 minutes ago
'How I wish that I could be with him in his adversity! But our sufferings are not alike. It is I, not he, who is caught like a Joseph in the pit. Majnun is free, walking over the mountain peaks where I cannot follow him out of my valley—yet I will see him!
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But one night, which was as black a Moor, Layla managed to escape from the tent. She sensed that this was not an ordinary night! Where was she to go? She did not know; in the darkness she blindly followed a voice in her heart which led her to the edge of a palm grove where two paths crossed—
Who knows, suggested the voice, perhaps, as you want it so badly, you will again receive word from him here. And so it was.
— 58 minutes ago
Who knows, suggested the voice, perhaps, as you want it so badly, you will again receive word from him here. And so it was.
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He in his wilderness could be as free and as mad as he liked; she had always been a prisoner, first her father's, then her husband's. A prisoner, courted, loved and spoiled—but did that ease her fate? Her husband obeyed, never touching her, but he lived in hope and laid siege to her with his tenderness, siege enclosing her in the walled city of his love.
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You yourself are the grain of sand; you are your own prisoner. Break your cage, break free from yourself, free from humanity; learn that what you thought was real is not so in reality. Follow Nizami: burn but your own treasure, like a candle—then the world, your sovereign, will become your slave.
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For how long then do you want to deceive yourself? For how long will you refuse to see yourself as you are and as you will be? Each grain of sand takes its own length and breadth as the measure of the world; yet, beside a mountain range it is as nothing.
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