| On Love | sera'a lo nunprami
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| Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." | .ibabo cusku fa la almitras. lu ko cusku fi mi fe tu'a lo nunprami li'u
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| And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: | .i abu. goi ko'a lafti lo ko'a stedu gi'e catlu loi prenu .i co'a se smaji py. .i sepi'o lo barda voksa ko'a cusku lu
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| When love beckons to you follow him, | .i ko mu'i lo nu lo nunprami cu cpedu fi do cu selgidva ny. goi fo'a
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| Though his ways are hard and steep. | .iku'inaibo loi tadji pe fo'a cu nandu je tcesa'o
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| And when his wings enfold you yield to him, | .i ca lonu lo nalci be fo'a sruri do kei ko randa fo'a
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| Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. | .iku'inaibo lo dakyxa'i noi se mipri seru'u loi pimlu be sepa'u fo'a ka'e xrani do
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| And when he speaks to you believe in him, | .i ca lonu fo'a fi do cusku kei ko krici tu'a fo'a
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| Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. |
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| For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. |
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| Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, |
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| So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. |
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| Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. |
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| He threshes you to make you naked. |
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| He sifts you to free you from your husks. |
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| He grinds you to whiteness. |
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| He kneads you until you are pliant; |
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| And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. |
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| All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. |
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| But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, |
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| Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
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| Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. |
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| Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. |
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| Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; |
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| For love is sufficient unto love. |
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| When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God." |
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| And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. |
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| Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. |
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| But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: |
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| To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. |
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| To know the pain of too much tenderness. |
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| To be wounded by your own understanding of love; |
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| And to bleed willingly and joyfully. |
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| To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; |
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| To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; |
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| To return home at eventide with gratitude; |
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| And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. | . |