Ghazal No 1
The rose, beholding your bright face, entranced has grown,
All eye and cheek and ear in worship lost and shown.
You stole my heart, O heedless one—I still recall,
Though you've forgotten me, I stand and heed love's call.
'Tis dawn, bring forth that wine jar, bearer, on whose face
Your beauty's form in painted art has found its place.
No vigor stirs the potter's wheel or shaping hand,
This matchless craft, struck by your beauty, cannot stand.
I turn toward you as I pray, my stature meets
That moon-beauty's form, robed in silk from head to feet.
Come forth, sweet idol, from behind that mystic veil!
Your cypress form—in whose embrace does love prevail?
O heart, be patient as the soul, and drink with grace
The poison from those honey lips that love's embrace.
Copyright © Saeed Koushan | Year Posted 2025
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