Chapter 53 poet's voice

sound Power is sown deep within me, and I reap it to feed the hungry; the soul gives life to the little vine.I squeezed the grapes into juice and gave it to the thirsty to drink; heaven added oil to this lamp, I lit the lamp and put it in the window of my house to illuminate the passers-by in the dark at night.I do all this because I was born for it.If years forbid me to do so, bind my hands, then I ask to die.Because a prophet is cast out among his people, and a poet is alienated among his fellow-citizens, it is better to die than to live. People are like a storm, making noise; I just sigh quietly.For I found that the violence of the wind will disappear and be swallowed by the ocean of time, but the sigh will live forever with God.

People pursue cold substances, and follow them everywhere; I seek the flame of love, hold it to my chest, let it eat my ribs, and melt my heart.because i found out.Material desire can make people die without pain, but love can bring people back to life with pain. Human beings are divided into different nations, different collectives, belonging to different countries, and different regions.And I consider myself to belong to neither country.Does not belong to any place.Because the entire earth is my motherland, and the entire human race is my brother; because I think that human beings are not strong enough, wouldn't it be absurd to dismember themselves into pieces?The earth is not big enough to begin with, wouldn't it be too silly to divide it into countries of different sizes?

People work together to destroy the temple of the soul, and build the academy of the body together.Only I know sadly alone that I have heard the hopeful voice in my heart say: "Just as love revives the heart with pain, so does ignorance teach the way of knowledge. Pain and ignorance sharpen interest and knowledge Wholeness. For all that Eternal Wisdom has created under the sun is not vanity." I miss the motherland because there are magnificent mountains and rivers; I love the people of the motherland because they live a miserable life.But if my compatriots are driven by the so-called "patriotism" to invade neighboring countries, plunder property there, massacre innocent people, make children orphans, women widows, piles of bones and rivers of blood, then I will I would be disgusted with my country and my fellow countrymen.

I praise my hometown and miss my homeland.However, if a passer-by passes by and asks for a night of lodging and a meal, but is rejected and driven away, then my praise will turn into moaning, my longing will be replaced by forgetting, and I will automatically He said to himself: "If a family is reluctant to give up a mouthful of bread to satisfy hunger and a bed for people to sleep in, then this kind of home might as well be turned into ruins." I love my hometown, my motherland, and even more the whole earth.Because it is this earth that conceives man, and the divine humanity is the divine spirit descended into the world.The human nature stood among the ruins, with only a few rags covering its naked body.His cheeks were sunken, tears were streaming down his cheeks, he groaned and cried out to the people.People ignored his cries and went their own way; they ignored his tears.

I don't see it, but sharpen my sword.That humanity sat there alone crying out to people for help, and people couldn't hear it.If anyone heard his cry, came to him, wiped away his tears, and comforted him in his misfortune, they would say, "Leave him alone, for tears touch only the weak." Humanity is the divinity descended into the world.That divinity travels from nation to nation, proclaims love, points out the way of life.And people actually passed on his admonitions as a laughing stock and ridiculed them.In the past, Christ obeyed this divinity, so people crucified him, Socrates obeyed this divinity, and people let him take poison and die.Now, those who championed Christ and Socrates also heard that divine call, and made it public before the people, who could not kill these many, but mocked and ridiculed them, and this mockery and Sarcasm is more vicious than murder.

Jerusalem failed to kill Christ, and Christ will live forever; Athens failed to kill Socrates, and Socrates will live forever.Sarcasm and sarcasm will not hurt those who heed the call of humanity.Those who follow the divinity will live forever.Live forever. You, my brother: we are both sons of the Almighty Holy Spirit.How like you are to me!Because we are all prisoners of the flesh, and God used the same clay to create the two flesh.You are my partner in life, you are the one who helps me to know the secret of truth that hides behind the clouds.You are human and I love you my brother! You can say whatever you think about me.For the future will judge you, and then your words will be undeniable testimony before its laws and judgments.

Everything I have, you can take it as you like.Because the money is just snatched up by my greed.Among them - part of it should be: you.If you are not satisfied with this part, you can take all of them. You can do whatever you want with me, but you can't hurt my truth.You may spill my blood and burn my flesh, but you will not afflict or kill my soul.You can put chains on my hands and feet, and you can throw me into a dark prison, but you can't fetter my thoughts, because it is free, like a breeze blowing in the boundless space. You are my brother and I love you! I love you when you pray in your mosque, I love you when you pray in your temple, and I love you when you pray in your church.You and I are members of the same religion, and our religion is the soul.The leaders of the sects of this religion are but the closely knit fingers of a hand pointing to the divine perfection of the mind.

I love you because I love your truth that comes from an ordinary mind.that truth.I can't recognize it now because I am blind, but I am sure that it is sacred and pure because it is the work of the heart.That truth will meet my truth in the future world, blending together like the fragrance of flowers, and become a complete truth that will last forever.And with this truth is love and beauty. I love you because I have seen you weak and pitiful in front of cruel tyrants, and howling in front of greedy rich and rich.Therefore, I have cried for you, through my tears.I see justice holding you to its breast, that justice smiles at you and looks coldly at your oppressors...you are my brother and I love you!

You are my brother and I love you.So why are you my enemy? Why did you leave your hometown and come to my motherland, trying to make me obey and please those leaders—they are seeking glory through your strength and happiness through your hard work? Why did you abandon your wife and children to this distant country? Working for the generals in a foreign country? ——They want to buy high officials with your blood.Using your mother's sorrow for their fame, is it noble and honorable for brothers to fight against the wall?If so, we should erect a monument to the Tree of Cain.Sing a hymn to Anna.

Some people say, "Brother! It's only natural to stand up for yourself." But I think the characteristic of a careerist is that he can make you willingly sacrifice yourself to help him achieve his goal of enslaving your own brothers. Some people say: "If you want to survive, you must invade others." But I want to say: defend the rights of others.It is the noblest of human beings.The most beautiful act.I also say that if I live, others must die, so I would rather die myself.Rather than letting me be killed by others, and my death is neither honorable nor innocent, it is better for me to dedicate myself to the eternal world as soon as possible.

My brother, selfishness breeds competition and exclusion of purposes, and competition and exclusion breeds chauvinism, and chauvinism, when it gains power, provokes strife and enslavement. The heart should advocate that justice and wisdom prevail over evil and ignorance; oppose the forces that go to war to promote evil and ignorance.It was the same power that destroyed Babylon, destroyed Jerusalem, and leveled the buildings of ancient Rome: it was the same power that created the executioner and the vampire.People actually gave them the title of "great man".How dignified even their names! Books are obliged to record the struggles of these men in their pages, just as the earth is obliged to carry them on its back though these men stain the face of the earth with blood. ..... My brother: What is it that makes you so obsessed, to follow those who deceive and harm you, the real power should be the wisdom to uphold the laws of justice and justice.If a regime executes murderers and sends thieves to prison, but itself invades neighboring countries, massacres thousands of innocent people, and plunders their land and property, then there is no justice for this regime to let murderers go Wouldn't it be absurd to punish a murderer and let a robber punish a thief, you are my brother and I love you; love is the highest form of justice.If my love for you has wronged you in any way, then I am double-faced, playing tricks, and using the beautiful coat of love to cover up the ugly purpose of selfishness.