On a late September afternoon
There is no happiness like seeing a flower bloom,
On a late September afternoon.
And guess how my heart’s motion is consumed.
I stand still and ponder life’s boundless fortunes
There is no joy than to see an infant smile;
A shooting star brightens the soul’s skies.
And no sound more pleasing than a whispering breeze,
No balm effectual than a soothing speech.
There is rapture in listening to human’s heart
Unfolding, like wind reaching its own top.
There is no delight more thrilling
Than seeing a gray cloud with sliver lining
Like some grim thoughts with hope’s shining.
There is bliss in the vacant existence
In the emptiness of my substance
I am thrilled by air’s motion, by water’s variance
By thought’s flight, by mind’s endurance
A. Mooquin
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Giving
That which you give in God’s name
Is like a corn with seven veins
Each one having a hundred grains
God gives in abundance to who He wills
He knows all and is bountiful
When you give something in God’s name
And tack not on it any disdain
God rewards you with no constraints
No fear befalls you or regrets remain
A kinder word, a fault forgiven
Is better than alms with disdain given
God needs not a thing from you
His grace suffices with plentitude
Believers, do not mar your givings
With gibes, jeers and acts derogating
Neither indulge in giving like those
Who give but for the sake of show
And in God they have no believe
Nor that there will hereafter be
Semblance of such people is a rock
Which for a while is covered with a moss
But if a shower of rain over falls
All is washed away leaving the rock
As bare and hard as it always was
They gain nothing by what they do
God does not guide those who are not true
But those who give to please God
And to strengthen their soul and thoughts
Their semblance is like an orchid on a hill
When there is rain it doubly yields
And if no rain falls, they are watered by dew
All your acts the Providence knew
From Quran: 2: 261 - 265
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