Saleh Badrah Poems

It's fruitless in this bleakness to seek zest
Or cheerfulness to brighten up your gloom:
For what bird here will ever build its nest?
What fragrant rose in here will ever bloom?
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Each wrinkle in his ancient face
Bespeaks a monumental deed.
Serenely there with pride he sits,
No longer longing to succeed:
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My soul stood up today and said:
Your heart is full of sorrow.

I know, I said,
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Nan-in, the sage, one day received
A guest who'd come in search of wisdom.
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For things of beauty
constantly am I searching,
despite the bleakness.
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A simple, cozy hut,
In a calm, secluded, misty glen,
With winding brooks and waterfalls,
With shady trees and bushes green,
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Should you, my soul, who sailed to distant shores
And traced the founts of sweet serenity,
Be vexed and irked by those insidious frauds
Whose souls are fraught with spite and enmity?
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It's bliss to sniff you,
Enchanting is your fragrance,
Fresh white Gardenia.
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Culture is the cultivation of the self,
The weeding out of inner rotten weeds,
The getting rid of inner 'stony rubbish',
The steady noiseless maturation of the intellect,
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Lovely looks this rose,
Much more lovely is her scent:
Rose-scented Beauty.
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