Flowers turning away, arrogantly, from the sun welt, young and naive, and the sun's path quivers not if some refuse to follow its way, stiff. Those yielding to its guiding rays with the humbleness of a yearning student knowing how - much - he knows not, earn its title: sunflower. Soaking the light of wisdom, the sunflower grows tall and spreads its seeds for generations more, but those growing off of the reflections off of the yellow wrinkled petals will remain in the shadows, not knowing the taste of warm kisses on their leaves. Sunflowers don't wait for the night to seek a star out of a billion, far, small, illusively alive when they have the one that outshines all into petty non-existence. - shz 010617
This book is by DJ Matthews, C Shackle and Shahrukh Husain. It speaks of the language and its origins, south Asian literature and its themes through out different periods in time. Below are some excerpts of poems mentioned int the book:
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
The book between my hands is The Masnavi Book 2 by Jalal al-Din Rumi ; translated with an introduction and notes by Jawid Mojaddedi.