"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" is one of the timeless poems written by William Shakespeare. It is one of the most famous soliloquies in William Shakespeare's tragedy Macbeth. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Read by Mark Leder https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-233-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Hopeless - Jimena Contreras -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/videos/hands-candle-candlelight-prayer-75702/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"To be, or not to be" is one of the timelss poems written by William Shakespeare. It is a part of Shakespeare's well-known play Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1. To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause—there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. -- Read by Mark Leder https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-233-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS Music The Blue Pearl - Jesse Gallagher -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam is a mind-blowing poem written by Omar Khayyam (1048-1131 CE), a Persian astronomer, mathematician, and philosopher. Rubaiyat was rendered into English Verse by Edward Fitzgerald. This poem holds a unique place in the world classics as well as the English literature. The poem consists of quatrains. Each quatrain is a meditation on the nature of life. Omar Khayyam questions things most people around him took for granted: faith, the hereafter, and the meaning of life. He had little confidence in the promises of religion. He throws doubt on the doctrines of Heaven and Hell, furthermore he questions the logic of God. There was only one thing he was certain about, it is this life that must be lived and enjoyed to the end. -- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam is illustrated by Edmund Dulac, and read by AidanVox https://librivox.org/a-multilingual-rubaiyat-by-omar-khayyam/ --- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Relaxing Bensound.com/free-music-for-videos License code: QX6Q4FUEJFY3LDLR -- Solo Cello Passion - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/flower-water-lily-lily-lotus-159951/ https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-snow-74183/ https://pixabay.com/videos/lake-house-waves-sunset-coast-149153/ https://pixabay.com/videos/light-rays-laser-beam-of-light-84893/ https://pixabay.com/videos/ocean-sea-landscape-ship-fog-103002/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://pixabay.com/videos/starry-sky-seis-am-schlern-14955/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/frame-border-silver-decorative-7593798/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/nebula-galaxy-space-background-2265484/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273) is a Persian poet known simply as Rumi. He is one of the most popular poets in the world. Rumi was also a mystic, belonging to the Sufi tradition in Islam. He wrote in Persian, Turkish, Arabic, and even (at times) Greek. So even in his own day, there was something universal and even cosmopolitan about Rumi’s wisdom and ideas. -- "Those who don't feel this Love" (Ode 314) Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. If you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away. If you're not completely naked, wrap your beautiful robe of words around you, and sleep. -- Translated by Coleman Barks Read by Kayvan Sylvan https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-001/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Spirit of Fire - Jesse Gallagher -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/wave-painting-drawing-artistic-81840/ Mewlana Jalal ad-Din Rumi https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Only Breath" is one of the greatest poems written by Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273). Some literary Iranian critics deny it was written by Rumi. Anyway, "Only Breath" is marvelously shows how the human spiritual experience is one in all world cultures and religions. Different names are given to the same phenomenon. -- Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal. not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being. -- Translated by Coleman Barks -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Ether Real - Density & Time -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/space-stars-universe-galaxy-cosmos-19053/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"The Enemy" is one of the famous poems of the French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867). THE ENEMY My youth swept by in storm and cloudy gloom, Lit here and there by glimpses of the sun; But in my garden, now the storm is done, Few fruits are left to gather purple bloom. Here have I touched the autumn of the mind; And now the careful spade to labor comes, Smoothing the earth torn by waves and wind, Full of great holes, like open mouths of tombs. And who knows if the flowers whereof I dream Shall find, beneath this soil washed like the stream, The force that bids them into beauty start? O grief! O grief! Time eats our life away, And the dark Enemy that gnaws our heart Grows with the ebbing life-blood of his prey! -- Translated by Miss Katharine Hillard. Read by Caprisha Page https://librivox.org/library-of-the-worlds-best-literature-ancient-and-modern-volume-4-by-charles-dudely-warner-ed/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Ether Real - Density & Time -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/trees-fog-forest-dark-nature-73290/ https://pixabay.com/photos/sunset-tree-silhouette-dusk-lonely-3156176/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89tienne_Carjat,_Portrait_of_Charles_Baudelaire,_circa_1862.jpg Étienne Carjat, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Death" is one of the famous poems of the French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867). DEATH Ho, Death, Boatman Death, it is time we set sail; Up anchor, away from this region of blight: Though ocean and sky are like ink for the gale, Thou knowest our hearts are consoled with the light. Thy poison pour out--it will comfort us well; Yea--for the fire that burns in our brain We would plunge through the depth, be it heaven or hell, Through the fathomless gulf--the new vision to gain. -- Translated for the 'Library of the World's Best Literature.' Read by Caprisha Page https://librivox.org/library-of-the-worlds-best-literature-ancient-and-modern-volume-4-by-charles-dudely-warner-ed/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC For Originz by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100700 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/photos/tombstone-lantern-graveyard-fantasy-2542946/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89tienne_Carjat,_Portrait_of_Charles_Baudelaire,_circa_1862.jpg Étienne Carjat, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Be Drunken" is one of the famous prose poems of the French poet Charles Baudelaire. Baudelaire implores the reader to find something in life to be utterly consumed with. He uses “drunken” as a symbol for whatever might give one passion and joy for life — thus distracting them from the oppressive nature of time. -- Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually. Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. -- Translated by Symons Read by Winston Tharp https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-117/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Drunken Sailor - Cooper Cannell -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/man-drinking-alcohol-drunk-homeless-7722086/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/human-fantasy-landscape-nature-6051153/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89tienne_Carjat,_Portrait_of_Charles_Baudelaire,_circa_1862.jpg Étienne Carjat, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline --

"The Prophet" is one of the great Russian poet Alexander Pushkin. It is one of his more impressive poems, and has been much translated into a lot of other languages. "The Prophet" refers to the biblical story in which God's angel appeared to the prophet Isaiah. According to the plot of the Bible, a person impressed by this meeting became a preacher, but did not meet with understanding among the people. -- Translated by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky https://ruverses.com/alexander-pushkin/the-prophet/151/ -- Read by Kevin W. Davidson https://librivox.org/modern-russian-poetry-an-anthology-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Spirit of Fire - Jesse Gallagher Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jesaja_(Michelangelo).jpg Michelangelo, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Madonna" is one of the great Russian poet Alexander Pushkin's poems. It was dedicated to Natalia Goncharova, who was to become Pushkin’s wife. The title plays on two meanings of ‘Madonna’ – the first is religious, while the second goes back to troubadour poetry and the literal translation of ‘madonna’ as ‘my lady’. -- Translated by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky https://ruverses.com/alexander-pushkin/the-prophet/151/ -- Read by Kevin W. Davidson https://librivox.org/modern-russian-poetry-an-anthology-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC For Originz by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100700 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ The Small Cowper Madonna https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Raphael,_The_Small_Cowper_Madonna,_c._1505,_NGA_1196.jpg National Gallery of Art, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Regret" is one of the great poems written by the French Poet Victor Hugo (1802 – 1885), who is considered to be one of the greatest French writers of all time. He wrote internationally-acclaimed novels such as “Les Misérables” and “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" -- REGRET Yes, Happiness hath left me soon behind! Alas! we all pursue its steps! and when We've sunk to rest within its arms entwined, Like the Phoenician virgin, wake, and find Ourselves alone again. Then, through the distant future's boundless space, We seek the lost companion of our days: 'Return, return!' we cry, and lo, apace Pleasure appears! but not to fill the place Of that we mourn always. I, should unhallowed Pleasure woo me now, Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, 'Begone! Respect the cypress on my mournful brow, Lost Happiness hath left regret--but _thou_ Leavest remorse, alone.' Yet, haply lest I check the mounting fire, O friends, that in your revelry appears! With you I'll breathe the air which ye respire, And, smiling, hide my melancholy lyre When it is wet with tears. Each in his secret heart perchance doth own Some fond regret 'neath passing smiles concealed;-- Sufferers alike together and alone Are we; with many a grief to others known, How many unrevealed! Alas! for natural tears and simple pains, For tender recollections, cherished long, For guileless griefs, which no compunction stains, We blush; as if we wore these earthly chains Only for sport and song! Yes, my blest hours have fled without a trace: In vain I strove their parting to delay; Brightly they beamed, then left a cheerless space, Like an o'erclouded smile, that in the face Lightens, and fades away. -- Read by Phil Schempf https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-174-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Mysterious Sorrows - Aakash Gandhi -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ Painting of Vincent van Gogh https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vincent_van_Gough_-_Sorrow_(F1655).jpg Vincent van Gogh, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"The Vale To You, To Me The Heights - A Fable" is one of the great poems written by the French Poet Victor Hugo (1802 – 1885), who is considered to be one of the greatest French writers of all time. He wrote internationally-acclaimed novels such as “Les Misérables” and “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" -- A lion camped beside a spring, where came the Bird Of Jove to drink: When, haply, sought two kings, without their courtier herd, The moistened brink, Beneath the palm - they always tempt pugnacious hands - Both travel-sore; But quickly, on the recognition, out flew brands Straight to each core; As dying breaths commingle, o'er them rose the call Of Eagle shrill: "Yon crownèd couple, who supposed the world too small, Now one grave fill! Chiefs blinded by your rage! each bleachèd sapless bone Becomes a pipe Through which siroccos whistle, trodden 'mong the stone By quail and snipe. Folly's liege-men, what boots such murd'rous raid, And mortal feud? I, Eagle, dwell as friend with Leo - none afraid - In solitude: At the same pool we bathe and quaff in placid mood. Kings, he and I; For I to him leave prairie, desert sands and wood, And he to me the sky." --- Read by Bruce Kachuk https://librivox.org/the-vale-to-you-to-me-the-heights-by-victor-hugo/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Magical Forest - Sir Cubworth -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/joshua-tree-national-park-nature-388136/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/lion-king-portrait-mane-beast-5828328/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"To the Nightingale" is one of the well-known poems of the English Poet John Milton (1608 – 1674). In this poem the speaker presents a contrast between love and hate, using the symbols of nightingale and cuckoo birds respectively. The theme of the poem is the contrast and strife between love and hate. Its main idea suggests that love eventually prevails. -- O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray Warbl’st at eeve, when all the Woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May, Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, First heard before the shallow Cuccoo’s bill Portend success in love; O if Jove’s will Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate Foretell my hopeles doom in som Grove ny: As thou from yeer to yeer hast sung too late For my relief; yet hadst no reason why, Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I. -- Read by Nicolo Cattaruzza https://librivox.org/a-hundred-great-poems-by-various/ -- Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Angelic Forest - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/cuckoo-eurasian-cuckoo-flying-cuckoo-5116434/ https://pixabay.com/photos/nightingale-bird-to-sing-singing-4471972/ https://pixabay.com/photos/sunset-trees-hills-mountains-404072/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_Milton_(par_Maulet).jpg Amédée Maulet, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer" is one of the great poems by the American Poet Walt Whitman (1819–1892). This short poem appears in the poetry collection "Leaves of Grass". Walt Whitman emphasizes the difference between rote learning and experiencing the practical things happening around. -- WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. -- Read by Newgatenovelist https://librivox.org/when-i-heard-the-learnd-astronomer-by-walt-whitman/ -- Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Gymnopedie No 3 by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100785 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids Walt Whitman https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Walt_Whitman_portrait_painting.jpg J. W. Rochlitz, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/vectors/astronomer-telescope-amateur-154978/ https://pixabay.com/videos/starry-sky-seis-am-schlern-14955/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity" is one of the well-known poems of the English Poet John Milton (1608 – 1674). The poem is a long celebratory poem that speaks on the birth of Christ and the wider worldly reaction. Read by Larry Wilson https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-222-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC The Inner Sound - Jesse Gallagher Cantus Firmus Monks - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/stars-glitter-sparkle-bright-light-37271/ The Adoration of the Shepherds by Matthias Stom https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Adoration_of_the_sheperds_-_Matthias_Stomer.jpg Matthias Stom, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_Milton_(par_Maulet).jpg Amédée Maulet, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"On His Blindness" or "When I Consider How my Light is Spent" is one of the well-known poems of the English Poet John Milton (1608 – 1674). It is a sonnet in which John Milton grapples with his blindness and his worry that it might prevent him from serving God, finding solace in the belief that God values patience and submission. -- When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?” I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need Either man’s work or his own gifts. Who best bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o’er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.” -- Read by Phil Schempf https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-211-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com -- CREDITS MUSIC Melancholy Lake - Sir Cubworth -- Photos and vids Blind Veit Stoss with his granddaughter https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Matejko_Blind_Veit_Stoss.jpg Jan Matejko, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-background-image-moon-trees-3664586/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_Milton_(par_Maulet).jpg Amédée Maulet, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"On Children" is a chapter from Kahlil Gibran's famous book: "The Prophet" which was written in prose poetry English in 1923. It is Gibran's best known work that has been translated into over 100 different languages. Kahlil Gibran's book is for anyone seeking wisdom, enlightenment, inspiration and understanding the the nature of life and the different human conditions that have occupied the minds of thinkers and philosophers since early human history. -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sample2.ogg Attribution: Prithoo, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bansuri_sample_E_bass.ogg Attribution: own work, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/flower-water-lily-lily-lotus-159951/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Standing_Figure_and_Child_by_Kahlil_Gibran.jpg Attribution: Kahlil Gibran, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/kids-children-beach-sea-ocean-93963/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/wood-window-frame-butterfly-1444580/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323 https://pixabay.com/illustrations/frame-border-background-1246811/ https://pixabay.com/photos/visitors-exhibition-see-museum-art-1649815/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/empty-room-room-building-7269306/ TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"On Death" by Kahlil Gibran is a thought-provoking piece, a chapter from his well-known book "The Prophet", that invites readers to contemplate the deeper meanings of life, death, and the soul's journey beyond physical existence. His words resonate with a timeless wisdom that continues to inspire readers around the world. Gibran reflects on death not as an end, but as a transformation and a natural part of existence. He contemplates the mysteries surrounding death and the afterlife, offering perspectives that blend spirituality with a deep understanding of human nature. -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sample2.ogg Attribution: Prithoo, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bansuri_sample_E_bass.ogg Attribution: own work, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/flower-water-lily-lily-lotus-159951/ https://pixabay.com/videos/light-rays-laser-beam-of-light-84893/ https://pixabay.com/photos/moon-sky-night-cloudy-moonlight-142977/ Self Portrait and Muse by Kahlil Gibran https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Khalil_Gibran_-_Autorretrato_con_musa_(1911).jpg Benoît Prieur, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/tree-dark-silhouette-bats-fog-134355/

"If I can stop one heart from breaking" is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). Emily Dickinson is expressing a desire to stop someone from having their heart broken. A broken heart can come from a relationship, a death, or any of the typical hardships that people go through in life. She is saying that if she is able to stop one person from experiencing this kind of pain, then her life will not have been lived in vain. -- If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. -- Read by Becky Miller https://librivox.org/selected-poems-of-emily-dickinson/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Trieste - Josh Lippi & The Overtimers --- Photos and vids https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/hands-compassion-help-old-care-699486/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"If I should die and you should live" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). Emily Dickinson wrote this poem to support her idea that death should no longer be something one fears and that it should be looked at positively. We can't fight death nor escape from it. She wrote this poem from her personal experience and many health problems where she was almost to death countless times. She wanted to tell her loved ones to keep the world going the same way it was before she passes away. -- If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,— One might depart at option From enterprise below! ’T is sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with daisies lie, That commerce will continue, And trades as briskly fly. It makes the parting tranquil And keeps the soul serene, That gentlemen so sprightly Conduct the pleasing scene! -- Read by Libby Gohn https://librivox.org/emily-dickinson-on-death-by-emily-dickinson/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Mysterious Sorrows - Aakash Gandhi -- Photos and vids Emily Dickinson https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/flower-christmas-roses-wilt-wither-109365/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/blue-swirl-background-935154/ https://pixabay.com/photos/moon-night-plastic-crescent-moon-5224745/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Sonnet 18 "Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?" is one of the timeless poems written by William Shakespeare. -- Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. -- Read by Winston Tharp https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-172-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Trieste - Josh Lippi & The Overtimers -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-pretty-portrait-girl-young-3990680/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"All the world's a stage" is one of the timeless poems written by William Shakespeare. It is a part of William Shakespeare's pastoral comedy As You Like It. The poem reflects the idea that life is like a theatrical performance, where individuals play different roles at various stages of their lives. This metaphor suggests that we all have our parts to play, our entrances and exits, and that our experiences shape who we are as characters in the grand drama of existence. It's often quoted to emphasize the transient and performative nature of human life. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely Players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His Acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Read by Mark Leder https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-233-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Argonne - Zachariah Hickman -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/shakespeare-poet-writer-author-67698/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/comedy-face-theater-tragedy-masks-157719/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Behold the Water of Waters" is a profound poem by Rumi, the 13th-century Persian poet and mystic. Rumi was a mystic, belonging to the Sufi tradition in Islam. He wrote in Persian, Turkish, Arabic, and even (at times) Greek. "BEHOLD THE WATER OF WATERS!" The sea itself is one thing, the foam another; Neglect the foam, and regard the sea with your eyes. Waves of foam rise from the sea night and day. You look at the foam ripples and not at the mighty sea. We, like boats, are tossed hither and thither, We are blind though we are on the bright ocean. Ah! you who are asleep in the boat of the body, You see the water; behold the Water of waters! Under the water you see there is another Water moving it. Within the spirit is a Spirit that calls it. When you have accepted the Light, O beloved, When you behold what is veiled without a veil, Like a star you will walk upon the heavens. -- Translated by Edward Henry Whinfield Read by Daniel Davison https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-206-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Sea Space - Emily A. Sprague -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/waves-ocean-sea-background-foam-447/ Mewlana Jalal ad-Din Rumi https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Rudyard Kipling was an English writer and poet who was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1907. Kipling wrote this poem "If" in 1895 in the style of Victorian-era stoicism, in the form of advice of a father to his son. The theme of the poem is about the challenges and conditions that we have to face and overcome so as to succeed in life and leave a mark. -- Read by "Newgatenovelist" https://librivox.org/if-by-rudyard-kipling-2/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS Slow Motion Music by: https://www.bensound.com/free-music-for-videos License code: SP4T2TGL0GKP0LMH -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/flower-water-lily-lily-lotus-159951/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:William_Strang,_Rudyard_Kipling,_NGA_10491.jpg National Gallery of Art, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kipling_If_(Doubleday_1910).jpg Rudyard Kipling, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/meditation-galaxy-ocean-girl-47800/ https://pixabay.com/videos/sunset-ocean-meditation-spiritual-65102/ https://pixabay.com/videos/man-clouds-mirror-lake-sky-lonely-64729/ https://pixabay.com/videos/nature-landscape-ocean-moon-sky-110607/ https://pixabay.com/videos/islands-ocean-sunrise-landscape-2119/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/nebula-galaxy-space-background-2265484/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"LEGEND" is a poem written by the German poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832). Goethe is considered one of Germany's greatest writers. He is well-known for his world masterpieces such as "Faust" and "Werther", both of which were later turned into well-known operas. -- THERE lived in the desert a holy man To whom a goat-footed Faun one day Paid a visit, and thus began To his surprise: "I entreat thee to pray That grace to me and my friends may be given, That we may be able to mount to Heaven, For great is our thirst for heav'nly bliss." The holy man made answer to this: "Much danger is lurking in thy petition, Nor will it be easy to gain admission; That is not come with an angel's salute; For I see thou wearest a cloven foot." The wild man paused, and then answer'd he: "What doth my goat's foot matter to thee? Full many I've known into heaven to pass Straight and with ease, with the head of an ass!" -- Read by Craig Campbell https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-168-by-various/ --- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Earth Appears - Brian Bolger -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/faun-goat-man-myth-mythical-2027328/ https://pixabay.com/photos/namibia-deadvlei-panorama-acacia-4820682/ https://pixabay.com/photos/monk-habit-black-isolated-1821093/ https://pixabay.com/photos/goethe-goethe-monument-monument-5841862/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Haste not! Rest not!" is a poem written by the German poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832). Goethe is considered one of Germany's greatest writers. He is well-known for his world masterpieces such as "Faust" and "Werther", both of which were later turned into well-known operas. -- Haste not! Rest not! “Ohne Hast, ohne Rast.” WITHOUT haste! without rest! Bind the motto to thy breast; Bear it with thee as a spell: Storm and sunshine guard it well! Heed not flowers that round thee bloom, Bear it onward to the tomb. Haste not! Let no thoughtless deed Mar for aye the spirit’s speed; Ponder well, and know the right; Onward, then, with all thy might. Haste not! Years can ne’er atone For one reckless action done. Rest not! Life is sweeping by; Go and dare before you die: Something mighty and sublime Leave behind to conquer time! Glorious ’t is to live for aye, When these forms have passed away. Haste not! Rest not! Calmly wait; Meekly bear the storms of fate! Duty be thy polar guide,— Do the right, whate’er betide! Haste not! Rest not! Conflicts past, God shall crown thy work at last. --- Read by Craig Campbell https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-195-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Canon in D Major by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100301 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/lake-boat-man-trees-forest-nature-87254/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:C%C3%A9zanne_au_chapeau_melon,_par_Paul_C%C3%A9zanne,_esquisse,_York.jpg Paul Cézanne, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/goethe-goethe-monument-monument-5841862/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) was an American poet. He wrote his poem “A Psalm of Life” in 1838. Longfellow argues against some of the religious views, particularly that earthly life is less important than eternal life after death. Rather, one should seize the day and live in the present—neither dwelling on the past, nor taking the future for granted, nor worrying too much about death. -- Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers. And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. -- read by Newgatenovelist librivox.org/a-psalm-of-life-by-henry-wadsworth-longfellow/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Solo Cello Passion - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids Henry Wadsworth Longfellow https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow_MET_37.14.31.jpg Attribution: Albert Southworth, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/coffee-woman-girl-drink-cup-youth-20564/ https://pixabay.com/videos/sea-beach-coast-view-nature-peace-20224/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/nebula-galaxy-space-background-2265484/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Let go of your worries" is one of the greatest poems written by the Persian Poet Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273). The theme of this poem is that one needs to explore the inner transparency of his or her existence. To not get caught up in all the mud life throws at them and focus on their inner truth. Rumi wants the reader to release negative energy and worries, and look inside themselves. -- Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects. If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require? Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not. -- Translated by Coleman Barks Read by Karen Golden -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC The Empty Moons of Jupiter - DivKid --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/flower-lotus-nature-pond-plant-5217356/ https://pixabay.com/photos/buddhist-meditation-woman-girl-wat-481763/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Mewlana Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273) is a Persian poet known simply as Rumi. Rumi was a mystic, belonging to the Sufi tradition in Islam. He wrote in Persian, Turkish, Arabic, and even (at times) Greek. So even in his own day, there was something universal and even cosmopolitan about Rumi’s wisdom and ideas. Did I not say to you, "Go not there, for I am your friend; in this mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life?" Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand years from me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal. Did I not say to you, "Be not content with worldly forms, for I am the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment?" Did I not say to you, "I am the sea and you are a single fish; go not to dry land, for I am your crystal sea?" Did I not say to you, "Go not like birds to the snare; come, for I am the power of flight and your wings and feet?" Did I not say to you, “They will waylay you and make you cold, for I am the fire and warmth and heat of your desire?" Did I not say to you, "They will implant in you ugly qualities so that you will forget that I am the source of purity to you?" Did I not say to you, "Do not say from what direction the servant's affairs come into order?" I am the Creator without directions. If you are the lamp of the heart, know where the road is to the house; and if you are godlike of attribute, know that I am your Master. - Translated by A.J. Arberry -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Spirit of Fire - Jesse Gallagher -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

In this poem "I am a sculptor, a molder of form", Rumi writes about Love and the idea of becoming One. Some people read his words and think about a deep soul connection with a loved one. Others believe this writing is about the act of embracing and merging with a Higher Power. Could it also be both? -- I am a sculptor, a molder of form. In every moment I shape an idol. But then, in front of you, I melt them down I can rouse a hundred forms and fill them with spirit, but when I look into your face, I want to throw them in the fire. My souls spills into yours and is blended. Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance, I cherish it. Every drop of blood I spill informs the earth, I merge with my Beloved when I participate in love. In this house of mud and water, my heart has fallen to ruins. Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave. --- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Aalaap in Raag Jhinjhoti - Sandeep Das, Adhiraj Chaudhuri -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/landscape-dream-child-tree-heart-1444023/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Love’s Philosophy" is one of the great poems written by Percy Bysshe Shelley The main theme is the relationship between the "connection" that exists for things in the natural world and the poet's desire to be connected to his object of affection. Shelley asks how there can be unity in nature but a lack of union in human relationships. Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley read by Andrew Gaunce -- The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?— See the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me? -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- Credits MUSIC If You Close Your Eyes I'm Still With You - Late Night Feeler -- Photos https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:William_Holman_Hunt_001.jpg William Holman Hunt, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/waterfall-trees-forest-water-109786/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/

"The Flower That Smiles Today", is Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem about the brevity of all things – all hopes, desires, and delights the world has to offer are short-lived and doomed to die. Everything is fleeting and transitory. Shelley laments that virtue or decency, friendship, and love are all rare and delicate: even once you have gained them you cannot guarantee they will last. Shelley argues that, while we have this dreamy world of joy and delight, we should seek to enjoy it, before we ‘wake to weep’ when it’s all over. -- Read by Phil Schempf https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-173-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Golden Cage - Jimena Contreras -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/photos/flower-anemone-petals-56414/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

“Ozymandias” is a sonnet written in 1817 by the English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley. Ozymandias was a Greek name for the pharaoh Ramesses II, derived from a part of his throne name, Usermaatre. The poem explores the worldly fate of history and the ravages of time: even the greatest men and the empires they forge are impermanent, their legacies fated to decay into oblivion. -- I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.” -- Read by David Barnes https://librivox.org/ozymandias-of-egypt-by-percy-bysshe-shelley/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Birth of a Hero Music by Bensound.com License code: DFU7RIS0OQAVHPVL -- Photos and vids https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Percy_Bysshe_Shelley._Stahlstich_von_W._Finden,_1833.jpg W. Finden (1787-1852), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/agamemnon-memnon-colossus-statue-1276302/ https://pixabay.com/photos/wadi-rum-jordan-desert-mountains-5079834/ https://pixabay.com/photos/statue-facial-fate-broken-gemini-873818/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"To a Skylark" is a well-loved poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley. The poem's speaker addresses the bird directly and praises the purity of its music, later contrasting it with sad, hollow human communication. As an ode to the unmatched splendors of the natural world, and especially its spiritual power, "To a Skylark" remains a quintessential example of Romantic poetry. The poem's unconventional form features a song-like rhyme scheme and bouncy rhythm that subtly mimics the skylark's calls. -- Read by Jason Mills https://librivox.org/to-a-skylark-by-percy-bysshe-shelley/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Frolic - E's Jammy Jams -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/photos/mountains-village-trees-hills-615428/ https://pixabay.com/photos/skylark-song-bird-songbird-sky-lark-5177165/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"Leave This" is the poem number 11 from Rabindranath Tagore’s Gitanjali: An Anthology of Poems. The poem addresses the hypocrisy within our hearts in the name of religion. In our pursuit of God, we truly seem to be running away from Him. Tagore wants the pious ones to go beyond the four walls of their shrines to where god really exists. -- Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the pathmaker is breaking stones. He is with them in sun and in shower, and his garment is covered with dust. Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil! -- Read by Milad Sidky -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Aalaap in Raag Jhinjhoti - Sandeep Das, Adhiraj Chaudhuri -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-landscape-monument-child-3097474/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Distant Time" is one of the best poems written by Rabindranath Tagore. It is the poem number 46 from Tagore’s Gitanjali: An Anthology of Poems. In this poem, Tagore emphasizes on the concept of God's all encompassing presence. Tagore is in accordance with the Hindu religious thinking that to search for God is vain, look within oneself, you shall find God there. I know not from what distant time Thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye. In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret. I know not only why today my life is all astir, and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart. It is as if the time were come to wind up my work, and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence. Read by Rookieblue https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-120/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bansuri_sample_E_bass.ogg Attribution: own work, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ https://pixabay.com/videos/hands-candle-candlelight-prayer-75702/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

These "Romantic Poems" were written by Sappho, a Greek poetess from the island of Lesbos (c. 630 – c. 570 BC). Sappho is known for her lyric poetry, written to be sung while accompanied by music. In ancient times, Sappho was widely regarded as one of the greatest lyric poets and was given names such as the "Tenth Muse" and "The Poetess". Most of Sappho's poetry is now lost, and what is extant has mostly survived in fragmentary form. This video contains six Romantic Poems: 1. Like The Sweet Apple Like the sweet apple that reddens At end of the bough-- Far end of the bough-- Left by the gatherer's swaying, Forgotten, so thou. Nay, not forgotten, ungotten, Ungathered (till now). 2. Orchard Song Cool murmur of water through apple-wood Troughs without number The whole orchard fills, whilst the leaves Lend their music to slumber. 3. I have no complaint I have no complaint prosperity that the golden Muses gave me was no delusion: dead, I won't be forgotten 4. Moonlight The stars around the fair moon fade Against the night, When gazing full she fills the glade And spreads the seas with silvery light. 5. Loneliness Set are the Pleiades; theMoon is down And midnight dark on high. The hours, the hours, drift by, And here I lie, Alone 6. My Garden I've a garden, a garden of dreams, Where the cool breeze whispering sways Softly the apple-sprays, And from leaves that shimmer and quiver Down on mine eyelids streams A slumber-river. -- Read by Karen Golden --- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Celtic Impulse - Celtic by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100297 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-background-sea-columns-3645263/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Erato_MET_ap74.42.jpg Giuseppe Fagnani, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Malarz_Safony_-_Kalpis_wykonana_technik%C4%85_Six.jpg Sappho Painter, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"At The Twilight" is a mystical and metaphorical poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi. The poem explores the themes of transformation, transcendence, and the merging of the self with the divine. It uses the imagery of a moon appearing in the sky and descending to earth to convey the idea of a spiritual journey and union with the divine. It evokes a sense of awe and wonder at the transformative power of spiritual experiences. Reference Rumi The Big Red Book, Translated by Coleman Parks -- RUMI At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky. Then it landed on earth to look at me. Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey, That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky. I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore. For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul. The nine spheres disappeared in that moon. The ship of my existence drowned in that sea. -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- Credits MUSIC The Six Realms - I Think I Can Help You -- https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/nature-heaven-moon-full-moon-3656121/

RUMI NO NEED TO ASK The one who brings wine pours again, no need to ask. Do you ask the moon to rise and give its light? When ranks of soldiers dissolve, dismissed for a holiday, when a lost hand reaches to touch the rescuing hand, when a candle next to a mirrored sconce gets lit, your presence enters my soul. -- Reference Rumi The Big Red Book, Translated by Coleman Parks -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- Credits MUSIC How Far We've Come - Cooper Cannell -- https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/candle-candlelight-flame-light-123827/

Zero Circle is a mystical and metaphorical poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi. It is included in "Ten poems to change your life" by Roger Housden who said about it, "Rumi's poem goes on to speak of a Beauty that we are "too dull-eyed" to see." Reference Rumi The Big Red Book, Translated by Coleman Parks -- RUMI Zero Circle Be helpless, dumbfounded, Unable to say yes or no. Then a stretcher will come from grace To gather us up. We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty. If we say we can, we’re lying. If we say No, we don’t see it, That No will behead us And shut tight our window onto spirit. So let us rather not be sure of anything Besides ourselves, and only that, So miraculous beings come running to help. Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute. We shall be saying finally, With tremendous eloquence, Lead us. When we have totally surrendered to that beauty, We shall be a mighty kindness. -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- Credits MUSIC The Empty Moons of Jupiter - DivKid -- https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/space-circle-purple-circle-stars-131735/

"When I Die" is one of the greatest poems written by the Persian Poet Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273). This poem is about eternal life after death, featuring Rumi’s inspirational views on the afterlife that begins after physical death. -- When I die when my coffin is being taken out you must never think I am missing this world Don't shed any tears Don't lament or feel sorry I'm not falling into a monster's abyss When you see my corpse is being carried don't cry for my leaving I'm not leaving I'm arriving at eternal love When you leave me in the grave don't say goodbye Remember a grave is only a curtain for the paradise behind You'll only see me descending into a grave Now watch me rise How can there be an end when the sun sets or the moon goes down It looks like the end It seems like a sunset but in reality it is a dawn When the grave locks you up that is when your soul is freed Have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth not rise with a new life? Why should you doubt the rise of a seed named human? Have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well coming back empty? Why lament for a soul when it can come back like Joseph from the well? When for the last time you close your mouth your words and soul will belong to the world of no place no time -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bansuri_sample_E_bass.ogg Attribution: own work, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/tree-moon-planet-stars-reflection-156160/ Inconsolable grief painting https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Inconsolable_grief.jpg Ivan Kramskoi, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Mewlana Jalal ad-Din Rumi https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"A moment of happiness", or "You and I" is one of the greatest poems written by Persian poet Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273). One of the values of a poem is love value. "Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I." This line shows how the writer feels as one with his Beloved. Rumi feels that he and his Beloved may be different in many things, for instance, characters, habit, but they are same in one thing. They have the same love. -- A moment of happiness, You and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden’s beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land. -- Translated by Coleman Barks Read by Karen Golden -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Aalaap in Raag Jhinjhoti - Sandeep Das, Adhiraj Chaudhuri --- Photos and vids https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/photos/sunset-mountains-landscape-woman-3832187/ https://pixabay.com/photos/geraniums-balcony-flowers-summer-2777459/ https://pixabay.com/photos/moon-sky-crescent-sunset-colorful-2682274/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"The Guest House" is one of the most well-known poems by the 13th-century Sufi mystic Jalaluddin Rumi. Rumi is using the metaphor of a guest house to form an image that each day is an opportunity to experience something new in our lives, even if it’s unpleasant and unexpected. -- This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture. Still treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. -- Translated by Coleman Barks Read by Karen Golden -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Arabian Nightfall - Doug Maxwell_Media Right Productions -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/videos/house-barn-pond-trees-waves-87134/ Mewlana Jalal ad-Din Rumi https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons --- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273) is a Persian poet known simply as Rumi. He is one of the most popular poets in the world. Rumi was also a mystic, belonging to the Sufi tradition in Islam. He wrote in Persian, Turkish, Arabic, and even (at times) Greek. So even in his own day, there was something universal and even cosmopolitan about Rumi’s wisdom and ideas. "PAIN IS A TREASURE!" Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies; The kernel is soft when the rind is scraped off. O brother, the place of darkness and cold Is the fountain of Life and the cup of ecstasy. So also is endurance of pain and sickness and disease. For from abasement proceeds exaltation. The spring seasons are hidden in the autumns, And the autumns are charged with springs. -- Translated by Edward Henry Whinfield Read by Daniel Davison https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-206-by-various/ --- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Spirit of Fire - Jesse Gallagher -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/eye-of-horus-eye-of-ra-egypt-gold-6078479/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/blue-swirl-background-935154/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/photos/stars-sky-night-starry-sky-1845140/ Mewlana Jalal ad-Din Rumi https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was one of India’s greatest poets and freedom fighters. Tagore received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. Through Tagore's works , the mysticism and sentimental beauty of Indian culture was revealed to the West for the first time. Tagore promoted the spiritual values and the creation of a new world culture founded in multi-culturalism, diversity and tolerance. -- False Religion Those who in the name of faith embrace illusion, kill and are killed Even the atheist gets God’s blessings- Does not boast of his religion; With reverence he lights the lamp of reason And pays his homage not to scriptures, But to the good in man. The bigot insults his own religion When he slays a man of another faith Conduct he judges not in the light of reason; In the temple he raises the blood-stained banner And worships the devil in the name of God. All that is shameful and barbarous through the ages, Has found a shelter in their temples- Those they turn into prison; O, I hear the trumpet call of destruction! Time comes with her great broom Sweeping all refuse away. That which should make man free, They turn into fetters; That which should unite, They turn into sword; That which should bring love from the fountain of the Eternal, They turn into prison And with its waves they flood the world They try to cross the river In a bark riddled with holes, And yet, in their anguish, whom do they blame? O Lord, breaking false religion, Save the blind! Break! O break The altar that is drowned in blood. Let your thunder strike into the prison of false religion, And bring to this unhappy land The light of knowledge -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kiravani-L_Ramakrishnan.ogg Attribution: L Ramakrishnan, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/blue-swirl-background-935154/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/crayon-pencil-sword-cross-sharp-158637/ https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/abstract-shape-to-form-to-dye-1963884/ -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Jana Gana Mana" was a song or a poem first written in a Sanskritised form of Bengali by Rabindranath Tagore, the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. It was sung in Bengali and Hindi language for the first time in 1911. In 1919 Rabindranath Tagore translated it into English as "The Morning Song of India". In 1950 the Republic of India adopted it as The National Anthem of India. Source of Tagore's poem https://web.archive.org/web/20110810082718/http://india.gov.in/knowindia/national_anthem.php -- Thou art the ruler of the minds of all people, Dispenser of India's destiny. Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sind, Gujarat and Maratha, Of the Dravida and Orissa and Bengal; It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas, mingles in the music of Jamuna and Ganges and is chanted by the waves of the Indian Sea. They pray for thy blessings and sing thy praise. The saving of all people waits in thy hand, Thou dispenser of India's destiny. Victory, victory, victory to thee. ---- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kiravani-L_Ramakrishnan.ogg Attribution: L Ramakrishnan, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons Photos and vids Tagore Photo https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rabindranath_Tagore_in_1921.jpg Attribution: 堀 市郎, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Tagore footage https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tagore_singing_Jana_Gana_Mana.webm Attribution: Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/marathi-maharashtra-pune-lonavala-99994/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://pixabay.com/photos/moon-sky-night-cloudy-moonlight-142977/ https://pixabay.com/photos/indian-flags-indian-boy-outdoors-7382913/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/indian-flag-flag-country-6551909/ TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"I Am Thine and Thou Art Mine" is one of the most popular poems written by the great Persian poet Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273). Rumi was also a mystic, belonging to the Sufi tradition in Islam. He wrote in Persian, Turkish, Arabic, and even (at times) Greek. So even in his own day, there was something universal and even cosmopolitan about Rumi’s wisdom and ideas. "I Am Thine and Thou Art Mine" describes the speaker’s love for God, and how eternal life is obtained. The title references that which the speaker believes one should address to God. -- Eternal life is gained By utter abandonment of one’s own life. When God appears to His ardent lover, the lover is absorbed in Him, and not so much as a hair of the lover remains. True lovers are as shadows, and when the sun shines in glory the shadows vanish away. He is a true lover to God to whom God says “I am thine and thou art Mine.” -- Translated to English by R.A. Nicholson Read by Karen Golden -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Spirit of Fire - Jesse Gallagher -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/lotus-flower-bokeh-lotus-flower-4228824/ Mewlana Jalal ad-Din Rumi https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mevlana-celaleddin-i-rumi-1.jpg Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"A Lament For Adonis" is a poem written by the ancient Greek poet (poetess) Sappho (c. 630 – c. 570 BC). Sappho has become an icon for lyric poets. Adonis was the beautiful youth who was loved by Aphrodite, the goddess of love. According to the myth, he was killed by a wild boar during a hunting trip and died in Aphrodite’s arms as she wept for him. The poem is a lament, so it’s full of weeping, tears, and grief. It’s a grief without consolation, since Sappho doesn’t believe any of the other gods and goddesses can ease the pain of losing such a beautiful youth as Adonis. -- What shall we do, Cytherea? Lovely Adonis is dying. Ah, but we mourn him! Will You return when the Autumn Purples the earth, and the sunlight Sleeps in the vineyard? Will You return when the Winter Huddles the sheep, and Orion Goes to his hunting? Ah, but thy beauty, Adonis, With the soft spring and the south wind, Love and desire! -- Read by Peter Yearsley https://librivox.org/sappho-one-hundred-lyrics-version-2-by-bliss-carman/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Hopeless - Jimena Contreras -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/photos/smoke-backdrop-macro-creative-4988505/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Luca_Giordano_020.jpg Luca Giordano, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline