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1 " Unending LoveI seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,It's ancient tale of being apart or together.As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.You become an image of what is remembered forever.You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.At the heart of time, love of one for another.We have played along side millions of lovers,Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,the distressful tears of farewell,Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in youThe love of all man's days both past and forever:Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -And the songs of every poet past and forever. "
― Rabindranath Tagore , Selected Poems
2 " The singer alone does not make a song,there has to be someone who hears.-Broken Song "
3 " تقبَّلني هذه المرَّة يارب .. تقبَّلني ..لا تبتعد عنِّي .. هاك قلبي .. و لتظلّ معي ..لا أُريد تكرار تلك الأيام التي تخلو منك ..فخلِّها تصير إلى تراب و لتتفتّح حياتي الآن على نورِك ..لتبقى يقظة إلى الأبد ...لا أدري ما الذي أضلّني .. و أيَّ وعدٍ أغواني ..فرحتُ أهيمُ على وجهي في الدروب و بين المروج ..ربّ ادنُ بوجهك من قلبي .. و بلِّغني رسالةً من عندك ...خطايا كثيرة .. ضلالات شتّى .. ما تزال تكمُنُ خبِيئةً في قلبي ..لا تُبعدني ثانيةً بسبب ذلك .. يـــــــــارب .. بل طهِّرها بالنُّـــور "
4 " Only when waves fall on the shore do they make a harmonious sound; Only when breezes shake the woods do we hear a rustling in the leaves. Only from a marriage of two forces does music arise in the world. Where the is no love, where listeners are dumb, there can never be song. "
5 " The singer alone does not make a song,there has to be someone who hears.One man opens his throat to sing, the other sings in his mind.Only when waves fall on the shore do they make a harmonious sound;Only when breezes shake the woods do we hear a rustling in the leaves.Only from a marriage of two forces does music arise in the world.Where there is no love, where listeners are dumb, there never can be song. "
6 " At the start of CreationThere was a dark without origin,At the breaking of CreationThere is fire without end... "