Saleh Badrah Poems

Nan-in, the sage, one day received
A guest who'd come in search of wisdom.
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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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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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My soul stood up today and said:
Your heart is full of sorrow.

I know, I said,
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Two slimy rats
Crept into my room
And started nibbling
Sniffingly at my stuff.
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For things of beauty
constantly am I searching,
despite the bleakness.
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This thing of beauty,
This sweet-scented orange rose,
Tenderly I kiss.
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Standing by the sea,
I see the sun descending:
Dawn is on the way.
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The soul of the rose,
The fragrance of her essence,
Enkindles my soul.
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Amid the green leaves,
An enchanting nightingale
Is sweetly singing.
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