emrôz chô har rôz, kharâb-êm kharâb
ma-g’shâ dar andêsha-wo bar gîr rabâb
Sad gôna namâz-ast-o rukû`-ast-o sujûd
ân-râ ke jamâl-é dôst bâsh-ad miHrâb
Today, like every day, we are ruined, ruined (by ‘wine’).
Don’t open the door of worry, but take up the lute!
There are a hundred kinds of prayer, bowing, and prostration6
For the one whose prayer-niche, is the beauty of the Beloved
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground;And for the peace of you I hold such strifeAs ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found;Now proud as an enjoyer and anonDoubting the filching age will steal his treasure,Now counting best to be with you alone,Then better’d…
Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountaintops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celestial face,And from the forlorn world his visage hide,Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.Even so my sun one early morn…
The rose is a rose,And was always a rose.But the theory now goesThat the apple’s a rose,And the pear is, and so’sThe plum, I suppose.The dear only knowsWhat will next prove a rose.You, of course, are a rose –But were always a rose.
There is nothing in the universe that you are notEverything you want, look for it within yourself-you are that.
You keep my light burning brightEven in my darkest night. You have me safe in your arms,Now there is nothing I fear I ceased breathingThe moment I beheld you. The words that you once gave meKeep my breath going on forever. When I grieved, you solaced me,With all hopes for a better future. I’ve never…
Her dress is made of the diamonds of the skyHer heels are made from the golden spears of morning lightShe resides in the palace of cloudsShe plays atop of the bridge of rainbow When she wants to exploreShe slips her toes into her golden shoesShe dons on her crystal capeAnd a matching amulet on her…
