"Within people there is a longing and a desire such that, even if a hundred thousand worlds were theirs to own, still they would find no rest or comfort. They try every trade and craft, studying astronomy, medicine and every other subject, but they reach no completion, for they have not found their true desire. Poets call the Beloved “heart’s ease,” because there the heart finds ease. How can we find peace and rest in anything but the Beloved?"
ONE OF THE THINGS THAT RESTS MY HEART, IS SEEING THIS LI'L BIRD... IT MATTERS A LOT TO ME SEEING IT EVERY NOW AND THEN, COMING TO MY WINDOW AND HUMMING...HMMMMMMMM... LOVELY!
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Little Bird, where has your mother gone?
Why are you here all alone?
Little bird where is your nest?
Why are you so far from all the rest?
Allah knows the language you speak.
And Allah can lift you high.
Allah can bring you home again,
For Allah is stronger than I,
Allah is stronger than I.
Little Bird, I wish I could
Understand the words you speak.
I wish that you could spend the day with me,
We could sit and chat as you perch upon my knee.
Allah knows the language you speak.
And Allah can lift you high.
Allah can bring you home again,
For Allah is stronger than I,
Allah is stronger than I.
Little Bird, I’d love to take you home.
Little Bird, your eyes enchant me so.
Smiling moons in the dark night sky,
I wish that I could lift you up to fly
Allah knows the language you speak.
And Allah can lift you high.
Allah can bring you home again,
For Allah is stronger than I,
Allah is stronger than I.
I’ll tell you a secret my Little Bird,
Sometimes I feel alone just like you.
But we should always know, Allah is nearby,
To hear each word we pray and kiss each tear we cry.
Allah knows the language we speak
And Allah will lift us high
Allah will bring us home again
For Allah is stronger than you and I
Allah is stronger than I
Allah will bring us home again
For Allah is stronger than you and I
Allah is stronger than I.
--D.Wharnsby
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