قصيده لجون ملتون يذكرنا فيها بالله ...
 

Nice poem When i consider how my light is spent. Erw half my days in this dark world and wide. And that one talent which is death to hide . lodged with me uselass ,though my soul more bent . To serve there with my MAKER, and present. My true account,lest he returning chide, Doth God exactday-labour,light denied? I fondly ask , but patience, to prevent. That murmur ,soon replies."God doesn't need" Either man's work or his own gifts .who best . Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best , His state. هذه القصيده للشاعر الحزين جون ملتون الذي اصابه العمى وجعله يشعر باليأس[1608-1674]

good reminder al-nada
 

Thanx al-nada for this good post which remind us all of GOD .

Good work

if u like that then take this...
 

if u like that one of milton u should realy consider Sidny's
:
leave me oh love which reachst but to dust
and thou my mind aspire to higher things
grow rich in which that never taketh rust
what ever fade but fading pleasure brings