Shame of Failure Simply wishing in conceit, how am I to reach your height Having not abandoned self? Lost in wonder where’s to go Having had no quest upon your inspiration course? What possession cheers me up, what the drinking goblet here? Flower I have not picked up From a flaming garden, I Having tasted not the wine from a throbbing aching heart. Like the flower glance you are peeping from behind the veil You have opened meadows vast But like wine Ive only asked joy of world from flaming self. What a victim am I and what a sign of passive awe A whole world’s your willing prey Under graceful gaze of yours And a throbbing heart I am. Not to gathering you came once without turning all to tears Like the candle from the flame I have not, however, coped to be honor-burned and dripping Out of my afflicted eyes. Wine from cup of glory kills not if by hangover yet Why is it that you go on In your killing ways and I So steadfast in my faith? Like a warm glance everywhere that your glory caravan Has been spreading, naturally Like the burning heart pursuing Have I run by running tears. You are hundred pleasure fields, all the growth and life you are, I a dew drop you made fit; In the fragrance spring of colors You are splendor, I am eyes. Neither madness do I have to asunder any breast Nor the skills to practice thumps I can’t reach your script of pain Having drawn an A by crying Morning-like, I recognize, fleeting moment of the breath Has not been so much extended That I take to water blossom Newly picked out flowers here. The heart-healing songsters songs do embarrass me I know How should I not be embarrassed Since my own words like the death toll Give out only heartbreak signs? Bedil, sorrows of neglect and my own daze is to blame The hearts eye-shutting spells All is filled with splendored I And Ive not reached anywhere! Translated from the Persian by: Qasem Ghazanfar August 16, 1994
Posted on: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 23:42:33 +0000
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