Souls Poems - Poems about Souls

Part Thirty — The Story's End Sweet Giti, gem in heaven's ring, Stayed true in love through everything. Her heart she gave to her dear flame, Soul's companion, love's sweet name. And Saeed—behold his blessed state! Though challenged by his cruel fate, Hear how his trials came to bear His faithful heart, worn down by care. Despite the wounds and aching soul, From strangers' scorn...

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Part Twenty-Seven — Giti Speaks with Her Father and His Reply Sweet Giti, like an idol fair, A thousand hearts caught in her hair. As soft and gentle as the breeze, Her charm could bring strong men to knees. She locked her heart and gave love's key, Sugar-sweet smiles for all to see. She turned and gently told her sire: "O father dear,...

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Part Twenty-Four — The Fifth Cupbearer's Song O Saqi, one glance—show mercy here, And heal this wound with wine so clear. Fill up the cup for we are dry, Drunk with desire that makes us sigh. That cup like chalice of the kings, Whose breath brought joy to all good things. A draught that when it's poured for any, Banishes sorrow, heals so...

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Part Twenty-One — Saeed's Supplication to God One day with flute and mournful song, Saeed began a prayer so long. His patience broke, he lost his hold, His heart grew weary, tired, and cold. Disheartened by both friend and kin, Sorrow consumed his soul within. He turned toward the starlit sky And raised to heaven his mournful cry: "O Lord, Creator of all worlds, O...

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Part Eighteen — The Counsel of Saeed's Relatives They came to Saeed, kith and kin, Their faces pale, their hearts within Full of concern. They gently said, "What sorrow fills your weary head? You've cast your soul before her feet, Forsaken all for love so sweet. You've lost yourself within her spell, A wanderer in love's deep well. You've severed ties with all the...

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Part Fifteen — The Third Cupbearer's Song O Saqi, pour the midnight wine That bears the ancient royal sign. Arise and swiftly bring, I pray, That sacred draught to light our way. The wine that ruby lips inspire And shakes the mountain's heart of fire. A cup whose color glows like flame, Beyond all count, beyond all name. Bring forth that pure, untainted bliss And...

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Part Twelve — Saeed Meets Giti He reached her street, his senses fled, As if his earthly time had sped. The wind arose with scents so rare, Her fragrance floating on the air. He knew by grace of heaven above That near him dwelt his truest love. Swift as the breeze, to her he came, With trembling heart and soul aflame. Before her face...

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Part Nine — Saeed's Love Revealed to All Young Saeed rose in joyful flight, A bird set free in morning light. Through streets and lanes he wildly spun, His careful mask now came undone. He sang of Giti's promised grace, Of all he'd seen in her sweet face. But such delight, so loudly told, Released the secret love he'd hold. The very rooftops heard...

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Part Six — The Story Begins The tale begins, as poets say, Of lovers two who found their way. That radiant child, so young and fair, A cypress tall with flowing hair. The envy of all idols bright, With beauty born to charm the sight. Wherever she would softly tread, A thousand hearts behind her fled. That idol—when her veil was drawn, The pride of...

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Part Three — Zuhrah's Song (1) O knower of love and mystic's wine, Sweet mistress of the dance divine! With harp and lute she weaves her tune, Her music soars beyond the moon. A queen whose steed none can outrace, While kings of every land give chase. From dawn until the setting sun, She sang of her beloved one. "Sweet Giti," thus she named...

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Introduction "The Masnavi of Giti and Saeed" is a modern reimagining of a classic Persian love epic, woven from the threads of ancient myth, Sufi mysticism, and the eternal yearning of two souls. It tells the tale of Giti and Saeed—lovers bound by fate and challenged by the trials of longing and destiny. In this retelling,...

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Echoes of the holy grace, for this place, Endless woe of devolution, Forever entice, your grace, The moon is your solution. Confined in this space, of endless grace, Under the moonlight, it is illusion, Illusion of woe, forever retrace, It is all persuasion, or is it union? Shadows creep, where darkness breeds, A symphony of sorrows, never-ending, Lost souls wander, planting crushed seeds, A tale,...

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no turning back at nineteen years of age with bonded Love no eyes could see or earthly arms could hold dear into a fold of aligning human Heart with Divine injunction none could part self dies and dies some more mere cart dark night after dark night only He could lift in Time convoluted sore by suffering...

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separated by vows of abstinence but forever bonded by Light entwined two parallel Orders twinned in material poverty firm endured with One Heart beating to missions of Love ordained in living Truth never adjourned vessels of opposite gender each frolicking happy dancing and singing as children of holy futures Assisi blessed two exceptional...

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As the last of the day’s clouds disappeared, The moon, like a guard, boldly appears. Shining her soft glow over everything in a single sweep. Tired souls miss it all, for in the silence of the night, tired souls crave sleep. Flickering and dancing like fireflies, thoughts unfurl, Some into nightmares and some into dreams, Tired souls become entangled in a...

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