Saleh Badrah

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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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Nan-in, the sage, one day received
A guest who'd come in search of wisdom.
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On a stem, sweetly,
A joyous small robin sings:
A new day begins.
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For things of beauty
constantly am I searching,
despite the bleakness.
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Blending with your scent,
Like sweat these sweet dewdrops drip
From you, fragrant rose.
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Facing the bright sun,
Firmly the sunflower stands,
Defying darkness.
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Watching the vast sea,
I see the bright sun rising,
Erasing darkness.
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Morning spectacle:
Dewdrops from pink bells dripping:
Refreshing beauty.
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How so beautiful:
A beauty with beauty speaks
On things of beauty!
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Sweet Serenity,
Wrap your soothing fragrant arms
Warmly around me.
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You look so pretty,
I'm tickled pink to see you,
Pink cosmos flower.
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This is not a pipe:
It's an image of a pipe
Painted by Magritte.
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Love and Life are one:
Life is lifeless without Love:
We need Love to live.
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Wynnstay Hall Estate:
Herein for five years I lived,
Many years ago.
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You have departed:
May your destination be
The Abode of Peace.
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Lively Joy embrace:
Let not sorrow near you come:
Beauty always seek.
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Carefree days we shared:
Now you've left the world of cares:
May you rest in peace.
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Years ago today,
Like a desert rose, you rose
With the rising sun.
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For things of beauty Constantly am I searching, Despite the bleakness.)

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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:
For of success he's had his fill,
And of rewards he takes no heed.
He needs no praise or compliments;
He's loved by those who write and read;
Nor does he need that doc-ument
Which boorish boobies badly need.

With his unlit cigar he mocks
The paragons of self-conceit,
Whose only aim is to impress,
Whose only task is to compete,
Who think they know what they know not,
Who see themselves as the elite.

Tormented by the vast contrast,
I stand up and just leave my seat.

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