What Remains When Beauty Fades

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 "These exquisite verses from Hakim Jami's 'Baharistan' carry a rare sweetness that nourishes the heart and brings profound contentment to life. Savor this beautiful passage and let its wisdom illuminate your day."

The rose is gone from the garden, what can I do with the thorns and leaves?

The Shah is not in the city, what shall I do with his court?

The attraction are the cage: beauty and goodness the parrot.

When the parrot has flown, what can I do with the cage?

 

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