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When The World Was Created - eLouise, For You Alone, Jah, 2021

In which calm home of happy life and love
     Ligged our Enlightened One, knowing not of woe,
     Nor want, nor pain, nor plague, nor age, nor death,
     Save as when sleepers roam dim seas in dreams,

    	 Bright-clad and laughing as if life were good.
     	"Fair is the world," he said, "it likes me well!

     And land awearied on the shores of day,
     Bringing strange merchandise from that black voyage.
     Thus ofttimes when he lay with gentle head
     Lulled on the dark breasts of the wife,

  	   Bright-clad and laughing as if life were good.
  	  "Fair is the world," he said, "it likes me well!
     
         Her fond hands fanning slow his sleeping lids,
         He would start up and cry, "My world!  Oh, world!

	     Bright-clad and laughing as if life were good.
	     "Fair is the world," he said, "it likes me well!

Bright-clad and laughing - Fatima Ezzahra (Wandering Wind, 2021)

Now have I in this hour an ache, at last,
     Thy soft lips cannot kiss away: oh!
     O! you that know of fairyland!
     Where tether they that swift steed of the tale?

	Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates
	Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates
	Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates

     My palace for one day upon his back,
     To ride and ride and see the spread of the earth!
     Nay, if I had yon callow vulture's plumes—
     The carrion heir of wider realms than mine—

	Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates
	Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates
	Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates

    		 How would I stretch for topmost Himalay,
   		  Light where the rose-gleam lingers on those snows,
 		  And strain my gaze with searching what is round!
 		    Why have I never seen and never sought?

    	 Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates
	Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates
	Tell me what lies beyond our brazen gates

Brazen Gates - Fatima Ezzahra (Wandering Wind, 2021)

Nay, though we locked up love and life with lips
     So close that night and day our breaths grew one
     Time would thrust in between to filch away
     My passion and thy grace, as black Night steals

Might save its sweetness from the slayer, 
Time,
     Who makes men old.  


     The rose-gleams from you peak, which fade to grey
     And are not seen to fade.  This have I found,
     And all my heart is darkened with its dread,
     And all my heart is fixed to think how Love

Might save its sweetness from the slayer, 
Time,
     Who makes men old.  

		So through that night I sat
     		Sleepless, uncomforted.

Might save its sweetness from the slayer, 
Time,
     Who makes men old.

Sleepless, Uncomforted - Fatima Ezzahra (Wandering Wind, 2021)

Pondering, to his beauteous Court returned
     Wistful prince, sad of mien and mood;
     Nor tasted he the white cakes nor the fruits
     Spread for the evening feast, nor once looked up

Loveless, unlovely, weak, and old, and bowed.

     While the best palace-dancers strove to charm
     Nor spake—save one sad thing—when wofully
     I sank to his feet and wept,
     Sighing, "Hath not my Lord comfort in me?"

Loveless, unlovely, weak, and old, and bowed.

     		"Ah, Sweet!" he said, "such comfort that my soul
    		 Aches, thinking it must end, for it will end,
     		And we shall both grow old!

     	Loveless, unlovely, weak, and old, and bowed.

Old And Bowed - Fatima Ezzahra (Wandering Wind, 2021)

Immovable And Movable - eLouise, For You Alone, Jah, 2021

Jah's Creation - eLouise, For You Alone, Jah, 2021

Man Are From The Womb - eLouise, For You Alone, Jah, 2021

Danari fanno danari.
Del male non fare e paura non avere.
Detto fatto.
Dì il vero e affronterai il diavolo.

Dove l’oro parla, 
ogni lingua tace.
Dove l’oro parla, 
ogni lingua tace.

I gran dolori sono muti.
L’abito non fa il monaco.
La calma è la virtù dei forti.
La donna è mobile.

Dove l’oro parla, 
ogni lingua tace.
Dove l’oro parla, 
ogni lingua tace.

La povertà è la madre di tutte le arti.
La povertà è la madre di tutte le arti.

Dove l’oro parla, 
ogni lingua tace.
Dove l’oro parla, 
ogni lingua tace.

Ogni Lingua Tace - Andrea Stocchino (L'a Amore Vince Sempre, 2021)

Alla buona derrata, pensaci su.
Batti il ferro finché è caldo.
Anche il pazzo dice talvolta parole da savio.
Bella Cosa tosto è rapita.

Amor, tosse e fumo, 
malemente si nascondono.
Amor tutti eguaglia.

Anche il sole passa sopra il fango, e non s'imbratta.
Bella in vista, dentro è trista.
Anche in paradiso non è bello essere soli.
Ben finisce chi considera il fine.

Amor, tosse e fumo, 
malemente si nascondono.
Amor tutti eguaglia.

  Amare e non essere amato, quanto risponde sens esser chiamato.
  Amicizia di signore non è retaggio; chi troppo se ne fida non è saggio.

Amor, tosse e fumo, 
malemente si nascondono.
Amor tutti eguaglia.

Amor, Tosse A Fumo - Andrea Stocchino - L'a Amore Vince Sempre, 2021

A cane scottato l 'acqua fredda pare calda.
Buona incudine non teme martello.
A chi bene crede, Dio provvede.
Buon principio fa buon fine.

A mali estremi, estremi rimedi.
Ad ogni pazzo piace il suon del suo sonaglio.

A chi parla poco, gli basta la metà del cervello.
È meglio qualche cosa che niente
Can che abbaia non morde.
A chi vuole, non mancano modi.

A mali estremi, estremi rimedi.
Ad ogni pazzo piace il suon del suo sonaglio.

 Anche la legna storta dà fuoco diritto.
 Andara a Roma senza vedere il papa.

A mali estremi, estremi rimedi.
Ad ogni pazzo piace il suon del suo sonaglio.

Mali Estremi,  Mali Remedi - Andrea Stocchino - L'a Amore Vince Sempre, 2021

Chi ama me, ama il mio cane.
Chi aspettar suole, ha ciò che vuole.
Chi ben commincia è alla metà dell’opra.
Chi dà presto dà due volte.

Chi ha capo di cera non vada al sole.
Chi ha fatto il mala, faccia la penitenza.

Chi da se stesso può fare alcuna cosa, non aspetti che altri la faccia.
Chi di gallina nasce, convien che razzoli.
Chi di gatta nasce, sorci piglia.
Chi disordani da giovane se ne pente da vecchio.

Chi ha capo di cera non vada al sole.
Chi ha fatto il mala, faccia la penitenza.

Da chi mi fido, mi guardi Dio, da chi non mi fido guarderò io.
Da chi mi fido, mi guardi Dio, da chi non mi fido guarderò io.

Chi ha capo di cera non vada al sole.
Chi ha fatto il mala, faccia la penitenza.

Chi...

When the Day of Wrath and Mercy cometh, 
none shall doubt it come;
Unto hell some it shall lower, 
and exalt to heaven some.
When the Earth with great shocks shaketh, 
and the mountains crumble flat,
Quick and Dead shall be divided fourfold
:—on this side and that.

The "Companions of the Right Hand" 
- Ah! how joyful they will be!
The "Companions of the Left Hand" 
- oh! what misery to see!)

Such, moreover, as of old times loved the truth, 
and taught it well,
First in faith, they shall be foremost in reward. 
The rest to hell.
But those souls attaining Jah oh! 
the Gardens of good cheer
Kept to bless them! Yea, besides the "faithful," 
many shall be there.

The "Companions of the Right Hand" 
- Ah! how joyful they will be!
The "Companions of the Left Hand" 
- oh! what misery to see!)

Lightly lying on soft couches, beautiful with 'broidered gold,
Friends with friends, they shall be served by youths immortal, who shall hold.

The "Companions of the Right Hand" 
- Ah! how joyful they will be!
The "Companions of the Left Hand" 
- oh! what misery to see!)

Day Of Wrath And Mercy - eLouise (HappyLand, 2021)

Look! the Moon, the silver roamer, from whose splendour darkness flies,
With his starry cohorts marching, like a crowned king, through the skies.
All his grandeur, all his glory, vanish in the Dragon's jaw;
What is written on the forehead, that will be, and nothing more.

Be second and not the first!
Be second and not the first!
—the share's the same If all go well. 
If not, ther's Head's to blame

Avarice begetteth anger; blind desires from her begin;
A right fruitful mother is she of a countless spawn of sin.
Passion will be Slave or Mistress: follow her, she brings to woe;
Lead her, 'tis the way to Fortune. Choose the path that thou wilt go.

Be second and not the first!
Be second and not the first!
—the share's the same If all go well. 
If not, ther's Head's to blame

Passion will be Slave or Mistress: follow her, she brings to woe;
Lead her, 'tis the way to Fortune. Choose the path that thou wilt go.

Be second and not the first!
Be second and not the first!
—the share's the same If all go well. 
If not, ther's Head's to blame

Be Second, Not The First - eLouise (HappyLand, 2021)

Keep wealth for want, but spend it for thy wife,
And wife, and wealth, and all, to guard thy life."
"Death, that must come, comes nobly when we give
Our wealth, and life, and all, to make men live.

Bar thy door not to the stranger, 
be he friend or be he foe,
For the tree will shade the woodman 
while his axe doth lay it low.

Floating on his fearless pinions, lost amid the noonday skies,
Even thence the Eagle's vision kens the carcass where it lies;
But the hour that comes to all things comes unto the Lord of Air,
And he rushes, madly blinded, to die helpless in the snare.

Bar thy door not to the stranger, 
be he friend or be he foe,
For the tree will shade the woodman 
while his axe doth lay it low.

Greeting fair, and room to rest in; fire, and water from the well—
Simple gifts—are given freely in the house where good men dwell

Bar thy door not to the stranger, 
be he friend or be he foe,
For the tree will shade the woodman 
while his axe doth lay it low.

Bar Thy Door Not - eLouise (HappyLand, 2021)

This is enough! All heaven is glad of you.
It is enough! Come, you most blessed one.
Come unto Jah's peace, well-gained. Lay now aside.
Thy loving wrath, and hear the speech of Heaven.

Who hath wrought little right, to him is paid
A little bliss in heaven then the woe.
Who hath wrought little right, to him is paid
A little bliss in heaven then the woe.

It is appointed that all kings see hell.
The reckonings for the life of men are twain:
Of each man's righteous deeds a tally true,
A tally true of each man's evil deeds.

Who hath wrought little right, to him is paid
A little bliss in heaven then the woe.
Who hath wrought little right, to him is paid
A little bliss in heaven then the woe.

And then the joys. Sweet is peace after pain,
And bitter pain which follows peace; yet they,
Who sorely sin, taste of the heaven they miss,
And they that suffer quit their debt at last.

Who hath wrought little right, to him is paid
A little bliss in heaven then the woe.
Who hath wrought little right, to him is paid
A little bliss in heaven then the woe.

A Little Bliss In Heaven - eLouise (HappyLand, 2021)

O Dancer! strip thy peacock-crown away,
Rise! thou whose forehead is the star of day,
With beauty for its silver halo set;
Come! thou whose greatness gleams beneath its shroud
Like thunders rainbow shining through the cloud.

  To mine, O Jah with the words of blossoms!
  To mine Jah Great I sing
  To mine, O Jah with the words of blossoms!
  To mine Jah Great I sing

Come, for I love thee, my Beloved! yet.
Must love thee—cannot choose but love thee ever,
My best Beloved—set on this endeavor,
To win thy tender heart and earnest eye
From lips but sadly sweet, from restless bosoms,

  To mine, O Jah with the words of blossoms!
  To mine Jah Great I sing
  To mine, O Jah with the words of blossoms!
  To mine Jah Great I sing

    Half hopeless, thinking of myself forsaken,
    And thee, dear Loiterer, in the wood o'ertaken
    With passion for those bold and wanton ones,[24]
    Who knit thine arms as poison-plants gripe trees
    With twining cords—their flowers the braveries
    That flash in the green gloom, sparkling stars and stones.

  To mine, O Jah with the words of blossoms!
  To mine Jah Great I sing
  To mine, O Jah with the words of blossoms!
  To mine Jah Great I sing

To Jah I Sing - Glow Ria (Revelation, 2021)

Even your phantasies are teachers.
Mighty Love makes sweet in seeming
Even Earth's woodland dreaming;
Mighty Love sways all alike
From self to selflessness. Oh! strike
From your eyes the veil, and see
What Love willeth Him to be
Who in error, but in grace,

  When the mango blooms in spring,
  And "Koohoo," "Koohoo," birds sing

Sitteth with that lotus-face,
And those eyes whose rays of heaven
Unto phantom-eyes are given;
Holding feasts of foolish mirth
With these Visions of the earth;
Learning love, and love imparting;
Yet with sense of loss upstarting:—
For the cloud that veils the fountains

  When the mango blooms in spring,
  And "Koohoo," "Koohoo," birds sing

    Underneath the Sandal mountains,
    How—as if the sunshine drew
    All its being to the blue—
    It takes flight, and seeks to rise
    High into the purer skies,
    High into the snow and frost,
    On the shining summits lost!

When the mango blooms in spring,
And "Koohoo," "Koohoo," birds sing

When The Mango Blooms - Glow Ria (Revelation, 2021)

Meeting looks and tangled tresses,
Universe the same hath writ,
That ye might have gain of it,
Sagely its deep sense conceiving

 Lord of highest, Lord of lowest—
 Manifests himself to mortals,
 Winning them towards the portals
 Of his secret House, the gates

And its inner light believing;
How that Love—the mighty Master,
Lord of all the stars that cluster
In the sky, swiftest and slowest,

 Lord of highest, Lord of lowest—
 Manifests himself to mortals,
 Winning them towards the portals
 Of his secret House, the gates

    Of that bright Paradise which waits
    The wise in love. Ah, human creatures!

 Lord of highest, Lord of lowest—
 Manifests himself to mortals,
 Winning them towards the portals
 Of his secret House, the gates

Manifestation - Glow Ria (Revelation, 2021)

Universe made for heavenly things,
'Mid those woodland singers sings;
With those dancers dances featly,
Gives back soft embraces sweetly;

 And this shadowed earthly love
 In the twilight of the grove,
 Dance and song and soft caresses
 Dance and song and soft caresses

Smiles on that one, toys with this,
Glance for glance and kiss for kiss;
Meets the merry damsels fairly,
Plays the round of folly rarely,

 And this shadowed earthly love
 In the twilight of the grove,
 Dance and song and soft caresses
 Dance and song and soft caresses

   Lapped in milk-warm spring-time weather,
   He and those brown girls together.

 And this shadowed earthly love
 In the twilight of the grove,
 Dance and song and soft caresses
 Dance and song and soft caresses

Dance Of Soft Caresses - Glow Ria (Revelation, 2021)

Reggae & Dub music about Love, Divinity and Unity of it with happenings and random thoughts on life

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