In your soul (ghazal)
Tell me, o devoted, who else is in your soul? Do you really want me to go hence in your soul? I wear my sunglasses to hide myself from a rival, It seems there is not contact lens in your[…]
Tell me, o devoted, who else is in your soul? Do you really want me to go hence in your soul? I wear my sunglasses to hide myself from a rival, It seems there is not contact lens in your[…]
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[…]