William Shakespeare

آیا خدا هست؟

To ponder thus, in minds where questions dwell, Doth God exist? This query, deep and vast, Like ocean’s depths, where myriad secrets fell, Awakens thoughts that linger, shade, and cast. In silent woods, midst echoes soft and clear, We seek the spark of life’s grand tapestry, Yet shadows dance where reason doth adhere, And logic grapples with divinity. The heavens loom, adorned in starry dress, Yet who can claim to fathom such a height? Each soul, a wanderer in woe or bliss, Yearns for the light, amid the endless night. Is virgin faith a truth with gentle grace, Or fleeting fantasy, a fable spun? For every tear, a question must we face: Is there a hand that guides us, or none? O, if in dreams we glimpse the infinite, Then surely hope shall light the way we tread; Yet in our hearts, the doubt doth often sit, And with it comes the specter of the dead. So let us muse, as stars in silence gleam, For in the asking, wisdom may unfold; A journey through the ether’s endless dream, Where truth and faith in luminous beacons hold.