The Alchemist of Love

Tonight from all but you, beloved, I shall part— This frail, forlorn heart’s copper turned to golden art. To taste the drops of your love’s alchemy so bright, Through passion’s flame, my soul ascends in fervent light. The lute and harp intoxicate me, heart undone, Yet the magic echo of your words outshines the sun. You spoke of rain, of thorny roads, of shoes that bind— In midnight’s grief, I cradle your pain within my mind. While friends are drunk on wine, I’m lost within your gaze; Each glance of yours, a beggar’s plea, consumed in blaze. When union’s joy and wedding’s day become your song, Before each sovereign soul, my faith will stand so strong. I count your laughter in the words that softly fall; Each smile of yours turns every wound to nothing at all. For every grain of love you grant, O restless soul, Drawn like straw to magnet’s pull beyond control. Let dawn’s soft breeze bring whispers of your name to me— Your name, the secret light that weaves my melody. So known am I, beloved, upon your quiet street, Where every wandering soul I guide to find their seat. The Saqi’s wine is ruby-red within the brimming cup— Yet for your love, my heart alone will drink it up. Since to your radiant face my heart’s devotion clings, I’ve turned from all the world and cut its binding strings. Once I was seeking you in every weary day— Now in my heart’s domain, I reign alone and stay.