When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep…
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![And We have enjoined upon man [care] for his parents. His mother carried him, [increasing her] in weakness upon weakness, and his weaning is in two years. Be grateful to Me and to your parents; to Me is the [final] destination.](https://i0.wp.com/theinsightt.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/12/png_20221224_130732_0000.png?resize=432%2C652&ssl=1)
Verse 14, Surah Luqman
وَوَصَّيْنَا ٱلْإِنسَـٰنَ بِوَٰلِدَيْهِ حَمَلَتْهُ أُمُّهُۥ وَهْنًا عَلَىٰ وَهْنٍۢ وَفِصَـٰلُهُۥ فِى عَامَيْنِ أَنِ ٱشْكُرْ لِى وَلِوَٰلِدَيْكَ إِلَىَّ ٱلْمَصِيرُ Wa wassainal insaana bi waalidaihi hamalat hu ummuhoo …
Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly
The poet admonishes the fair youth, telling him that, in dedicating himself to a single life he makes himself worthless, a nonentity, a nothingness.
Sonnet 7: Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
By William Shakespeare Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks …
Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter’s Ragged Hand Deface
By William Shakespeare Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some placeWith beauty’s …
Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
By William Shakespeare Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,Now is the time that face should form another,Whose fresh repair if now …
Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
By William Shakespeare When forty winters shall besiege thy browAnd dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,Will be …
Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase
‘But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes / Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel / Making a famine where abundance lies / Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel’