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This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one’s true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.

Farid al-Din Attar

When first you enter Wisdom’s sea, beware-A wave of indecision floods you there.
FARID AL-DIN ATTAR

Decision Flood Sea Wisdom Yourself
If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets
FARID AL-DIN ATTAR

Eyes Heart Oneself Open Secret Willing
The Sea Will be the Sea Whatever the drop’s philosophy.
FARID AL-DIN ATTAR

Drop Philosophy Sea Thinking Wisdom
The ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in beams.
FARID AL-DIN ATTAR

Content Dreams Ocean Secret Stop Sun Yourself
The fruit of love’s great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility.
FARID AL-DIN ATTAR

Fruit Greatness Humility Love Poverty
Let love lead your soul. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.
FARID AL-DIN ATTAR

Core Deep Leadership Love Place Retirement Soul Yourself
This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one’s true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.
FARID AL-DIN ATTAR

Friendship Oneself Promise Sorrow Support Time Treachery
Were you indeed not blinded by the Curse Of Self-exile, that still grows worse and worse, Yourselves would know that, though you see him not, He is with you this Moment, on this Spot.
FARID AL-DIN ATTAR

Blind Exile Himself Moments See Worst
A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul – His dancing breaks beyond the mind’s control.
FARID AL-DIN ATTAR

Break Control Dance Eyes Love Man Risk Soul

This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one’s true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.

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This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one’s true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.

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