Gabrel, touch me gently (Ghazal)
Gabriel, touch me gently with your wings, Oh, my gracious – from backstage – woe stings. Graves are either gardens of endless delight Or deep holes down to hell, where evil flings. I want to be a spot in the[…]
Gabriel, touch me gently with your wings, Oh, my gracious – from backstage – woe stings. Graves are either gardens of endless delight Or deep holes down to hell, where evil flings. I want to be a spot in the[…]
Every night a star touches my eyelash, The Moon comes out of my eyebrows, Having knocked at the door of my soul The sorrowful night becomes a guest of my eyes, where there is love. Every night, I cannot ignore[…]
Dread is near to me Near to my soul, as I am afraid of it I run away I flee And I am far from wit There is only one thing: When I fear Him I will come so near[…]
The old serpent is sitting on my shoulder, I cannot open my eyes, I cannot open my lips to thank God. In addition to this it’s raining. I am growing stout – what is more. God is sleeping in my[…]