I wanted to touch your hands, their silver light:I was murdered in the half-light of dim lanes.And there where you were crucified,so far away from my words,you still were beautiful:color kept clinging to your lips–rapture was still vivid in your hair–light remained silvering in your hands.When the night of cruelty merged with the roads you…
In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quivershadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of partingSprout jasmines and roses of your presenceFrom somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breathand in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.Far-off, across the horizon, dropp by glistening dropFalls…
My eyes, turning restless, still dreaming,the morning, dawning in this vacuous abode of separationIn the wine-cup of my heart, I poured my morning wineMixing in the bitterness of the past, the poison of the presentOn the far horizon waved some flicker of lightfar from the eye, a precursor to some morningSome song, some scent, some…
The night is spent, the dust of stars begins to scatter.In the assembly halls dream-filled lamps begin to waver.Small streets sleep waiting by the thoroughfare.Strange earth beclouds footprints of yesterday.Snuff out the candles, put away wine-cup and flask.Then lock your eyelids in this morning dusk.For now there’s no one, no one who will come here.Translated…
Grief for me was you; the world’s grief was far.Spring was ever renewed in your face:Beyond your eyes, what could the world hold?Had I won you, Fate’s head would hang, defeated.Yet all this was not so, I merely wished it so.The world knows sorrows other than those of love,Pleasures beyond those of romance:The dread dark…
My night begins to converse with its loneliness;My visitor I feel has come once again.Henna stains one palm, blood wets another;One eye poisons, the other cures.None leaves or enters my heart’s lodging;Loneliness leaves the flower of pain unwatered,Who is there to fill the cup of its wound with color?My visitor I feel has come once…
My heart is pleased at the words of the accusersO my dearest dear, they say your name, that is allFor what I am ridiculed, it is not a crimeMy heart’s useless playtime, a failed love, that is allI haven’t lost hope, but just a fight, that is allThe night of suffering lengthens, but just a…
On the cold dirt of its bosom,its grayish beauty spreadAs if some saddened womanin her lonely abode, lost in thought.In contemplation of union with her Belovedevery pore sore, limbs limp with exhaustion
the limit of what could be seen,a glass of wine was no more than a glass of wine.With you the world took on the spectrumradiating from my heart: your eyes goldas they open to me, slate the colorthat falls each time I lost all hope.With your advent roses burst into flame:you were the artist of…
At this hour when night comes down,When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comesWith the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets,When it comes with cries of lamentation,with laughter with songs;Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step.At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,Have begun to hope…
