Oh, how lucky I am to share my name with this great artist and poet. Here are some excerpts from his letters and poems..
Professors at the academy say: “do not make the model more beautiful than she is," and my soul whispers, "O if you could only paint the model as beautiful as she really is."
I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
For what is it to die, but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?
I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm and arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back.
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