Saleh Badrah Poems

Come, sweet sorceress, let me from
The fountain of your magic drink.
Come and let me taste and taste
The nectar of your passion fruit.
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Not dead, but in beauty within the confines
Of his superbly constructed castles
Of captivating verse and prose,
He lives, lived and forever will live,
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Sit back, my love, relax, and let us sink
Into a surrealistic stream.
The sea is sad tonight, the sky is dim,
The moon is frowning at the sun
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While I was sitting in my tent,
Reflecting on my arid soul,
A houri clad in luscious silk
Before my very eyes appeared.
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Your eyes are lovely, dark and deep,
But passion's alps are very steep,
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Little bulbul at my window,
To what purpose are you singing?
Can't you hear the noise and clamour?
Can't you sense the disaccord?
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The mind is like a running brook
With mud and precious gems replete:

To spot the gems, stir not the mud;
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A silkworm and a spider sat to work.
Soon rose the spider and began to brag:
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Bewitched by the bewitching beauty
Of your esoteric yarn,
With its mystic inspiration,
Here in this dismal zone of aridness
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Just like a bird inside a nest,
My face for ever seeks to rest
Inside those nests beneath your arms,
For nothing like your fragrance calms.
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