Rasul Mir Poems

Ye tulip faced, thee I'd hold
by neck to heal my pain sans thee,
Rasul the flower bed,
is a thorny seat for me
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My wise lover is enchanted;
whence gone, how'd I know'
He is Yousef, himself is Zulaikhah;
a lover he is undo his self, my dear.
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Don't unveil the face,
Don't glitter the scene.
Don't try to test my race,
The race not in reign.
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O' livest in all the traglies,
gazing at red hands.
drank the cup of all woes,
keeping alive all desires.
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When count is taken of thy braids,
lacs of fortnights it'll take.
Once begun there is no escape from there.
Lo, the gay love goes out to frolic
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This new volume
Rasul has sung in thy pang,
who’ dare to rebut come,
hand me another cup’
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This new volume
Rasul has sung in thy pang,
who' dare to rebut come,
hand me another cup'
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Jasmine, Iris narcissus too,
looking at thee have withered away
Thine eyes are black, face is red
and robes are of the whitest hue
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Loves fire bored into the poppy,
the moment they he-nnaed hands it saw.
The wild rose is nursing
its boils from burning, dear
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Like an Ivy caught in violets,
a full moon trapped by pythons two;
or a beauty of China
wearing the sacred thread
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