My Fair Lady, A Ghazal Of Love Poem by Ravi Kopra

My Fair Lady, A Ghazal Of Love



Among many fair ladies, mine's enough
My evening glory on the vine's enough

I want no other women, I want no nonsense
She is my flower, her beauty fine enough

No fine cuisine, no Bordeaux champagne
When we dine, a glass of wine's enough

I love always to make love to her
How many time a week? Nine's enough

She is so charming, so glamorous, so radiant
To enrapture me in ecstasy, she shines enough

Her blue eyes, her blond hair, her thin waist
I die for her. I swear by Allah. His design's enough

Mine, mine, mine, always mine
How wonderful! My love mine enough

If anyone looks at her with desirous eyes
I will kill him instantly. A swine, enough.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
However large earth's garden, mine's enough.
One rose and the shade of a vine's enough.

I don't want more wealth, I don't need more dross.
The grape has its bloom and it shines enough.

Why ask for the moon? The moon's in your cup,
a beggar, a tramp, for whom wine's enough.

Look at the stream as it winds out of sight.
One glance, one glimpse of a chine's enough.

Like the sun in bazaars, streaming in shafts,
any slant on the grand design's enough.

When you're here, my love, what more could I want?
Just mentioning love in a line's enough.

Heaven can wait. To have found, heaven knows,
a bed and a roof so divine's enough.

I've no grounds for complaint. As Hafez says,
isn't a ghazal that he signs enough?


- Mimi Khalvati
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