I Have Never Considered Myself A Poet.

The Alchemist Of The West Has Turned Stone Into Glass But My Alchemy Has Transmuted Glass Into Flint Pharaohs Of Today Have Stalked Me In Vain

I Have Seen The Movement Of The Sinews Of The Sky, And The Blood Coursing In The Veins Of The Moon.

Why Hast Thou Made Me Born In This Country, The Inhabitant Of Which Is Satisfied With Being A Slave?

But The Perception Of Life As An Organic Unity Is A Slow Achievement, And Depends For Its Growth On A People's Entry Into The Main Current Of World-events.

The Man Of Love Follows The Path Of God-and Shows Affection To Both The Believer And The Nonbe-liever.