Torre del silenzio

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Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Hafez

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Rumi

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

Saadi

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

Rumi

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

Rumi

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Rumi

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi

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Torre del silenzio

Una Torre del Silenzio è una struttura circolare e rialzata usata dagli zoroastriani per l'esposizione dei morti, in particolare per raccogliere gli uccelli ai fini dell'esclusione.

Torre del silenzio

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Hafez

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Rumi

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

Saadi

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

Rumi

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

Rumi

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Rumi

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi

Torre del silenzio

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