The Creator Gives No Heed To The

They Consider Me To Have Sharp And Penetrating Vision Because I See Them Through The Mesh Of A Sieve.

Who Are You That Men Should Rend Their Bosom And Unveil Their Pride, That You May See Their Worth Naked And Their Pride Unabashed? See First That You Yourself Deserve To Be A Giver, And An Instrument Of Giving.

I Am The Lover's Gift; I Am The Wedding Wreath; I Am The Memory Of A Moment Of Happiness; I Am The Last Gift Of The Living To The Dead; I Am A Part Of Joy And A Part Of Sorrow.

Only Once Have I Been Made Mute. It Was When A Man Asked Me, 'who Are You?'

Be Like A Flower And Turn Your Face To The Sun.