Poetry should only occupy the idle.
If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.
In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.
And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.