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O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
I wish to go and dwell,
In such a place,
Where there's no one else.
No one to understand my speech,
I am being accused of loving you, that is all
It is not an insult, but a praise, that is all
My heart is pleased at the words of the accusers
In my life there is room after room of good things
my man is one room for whom thanks-I-am-giving.
I do not know what good seeds I have been sowing
I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,
You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
Pain did not become grateful to medicine
I didn't get well; [but it] wasn't bad either
Where is sensible action, & my insanity whence?
See the difference, it is from where to whence.
From the church & hypocritical vestments, I take offence
Where is the abode of the Magi, & sweet wine whence?
A Long Wait (Ghazal)
Ghazal--The form is thought to have developed from Persian street challenges and is a shorter,
single themed descendant of the Qasida. The predominant theme is love both earthly and spiritual
which the ghazal explores with imagination and fantasy.
Grey woods wearing green garbs of rain,
In gay abandon dance in rain.
Monsoon-mad, losing old restraint,
Love is mixed poem
Begins with three-line Haiku
Then five-line Tanka,
Grows to Ghazal and Free verse
What you heard was
not true. I am writing my will
after you lost charisma.
Unsung Ghazals sing…and sing in unison as a Ghazal:
"Man travels…travels untimely to the infinite Ghazal…"
Breezes and the waves sing….and sing as a Ghazal…,
A Ghazal of farewell for the King of Malayalam Ghazal:
Love became lame,
Faith lost its fame;
All were scared,
But brave was in blame;
Enough of smiling, lamenting,
Let her come, no more approaching.
From a summit let her come down,
To meet her there no more climbing;
Wulf and Eadwacer (circa 960-990 AD)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
To my people, he's prey, a pariah.
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