Saleh Badrah Poems

On a stem, sweetly,
A joyous small robin sings:
A new day begins.
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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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For things of beauty
constantly am I searching,
despite the bleakness.
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The rose is lovely.
Lovely is the rose indeed,
And so too are you!
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I crave the fragrance
Of the delicate flowers
In your lush garden.
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Good morning Daisy!
With pearly dewdrops adorned,
You look so lovely.
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Delicious you look
Sweet succulent apricot
I want to eat you!
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