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Ibrahim Jingo Jafari Poem
When empty bubbles of stillness brimmed the place
Upon an emerald carpet of meads, she genuflected with gathered grace
Of languished bones and reverence plucked from nunhood hearts.
Mighty potentate dear, the wonted beseeching starts.
Oh! May the taper of thought illuminate the native firmament of youth
With eternal beams of clemency and immaculate truth.
May remnants of vernal days, emulate the unsullied string of murmuring Rhine
Which lofty silvern moon looks through in her decline.
Oh! Bestow sleets of diamond, shower the withering faith abundantly
My genuine night in ancient might and atrous raven majesty
Never admits a lucid ray of Cynthia's placid light
Nor scarce a pristine spark from virgin Lilies white.
In festal exuberant mirth, flowers rich in prime often steep
Banished from fervid fancies, my dreams slither from sepulchres of sleep
Dreary like spectres embroidered in soot-black cloak
Yoked with throat gripping images of woe, clawed than forked foot of hawk.
Oh! Grand down the enormous wing of unyielding throes
Intercepting the sun's beam of daffodil gold to disclose
The jolly throng of seeming friends in vizard faction knit.
Raze with fanged rust, the malignant swarm of antagonizing foes assailing in skits.
Once these cheeks flushed bright than crimson blossoms glow
Alack! Over those, briny springs of melancholy flow
From heights of penitence, from depth of pain suppressed
Creeping like subtle snakes from hollowed cavities of earth's breast.
Since wisdom hoarded in writhled lores and hoary sage
Never fades, stroked by boundless surges of age.
Since the raging cold of thawed snow, is kindly kept in summer's temperate heat
The severe taste of my delayed revenge, is neither lost in circles of time nor deplete.
Oh! Divine celestial quill, in rich characters of light, write…
Before the blind sentence groped to distinct light
Restless billows of black-faced misery, wretched the brass-chain of words away
Her thoughts bitter and sweet mingled without delay.
Through hollowed glades redoubled echoes nimbly fly
Plumed like pinions in boundless circles scan the scaled sky
Bearing the closing effort of sacred orisons, sealed with despairing cry
Imploring the sovereign sublime, perched upon Elysium throne
Oh! “Let go the string, before this withering faith is tempest blown."
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Over yonder pastoral realms, with heaving mounds of green
Birds of variegated colors shine, where.streamlets gleam with opal sheen.
In circles round, fleetfooted Zephyr sweeps the laurelled ground
With footfalls that loom, a sweet scented voluptuous sound
Which gently strike the fabric fetters of sleep
Till darling buds of May, wrapped in emerald blankets awake from the deep.
Across the celestial way, with measured pace gaily sways the cyclopic eye
Unsullied by fruitless pride, sprightly illuminates the native sky
Swimming in time’s boundless course
With immobile lids witnessed mighty nations fold.
Destined to.charm the stretched bed of spring, with a divine touch of gold
Sets the novel flower of youth on saffron gloss.
The tyrant star of desire that burns with redoubled light
Over vernal lengthened fields, rules with undisputable right.
Every zealous soul clad in trailing garments of prime
Ambitious and vigorous, would explore heights sublime
But the hollowed glories which lofty praise indite
Often makes the beautiful cluster of lilies white
Fertile with ample pride, like the silver lamp of night.
Beneath the inviolable privacy of a silent gleaming eloquent night
Vestals approach the fountain of love, quaffing the sweet nectared flood
With the exuberant thirst of a summer's newly-opened bud.
Lips conjoin'd in pleasant faction of one impassioned lengthened kiss
Tremble and quake, shocked by mighty ebullient waves of bliss.
Ah! Covetous fate, the interceptor of mortal delight
Graced with a fierce broad blade that oppose
Every dainty beauteous form that glows.
With a rugged egde cleaves apart
The warmth from the breath and loving heart from heart.
Fixed amid' wild solitude like a bird forlorn
That sings plaintive notes, with the breast against a thorn.
The pedantic hand of pain, taught these dew-lit eyes
How to gaze through the thick vizards, companions wear fortifying lean disguise
How to mark with caution the polluted nest of gracious friends
And non profiting organizations, which make the gold their end.
Uprooted from grasp of love, either sides round beset with woes
My melancholic feet divided from placid resting
Bend wherever the piloting tempest stone-blindly blows
Having mastered the grand art of forgetting
Old things that pollute the sparks of rising dawn
Never wastes my soul, precious tears in pleasures gone.
Oh! Swiftly flies the winged glance of youth
In wanton pride, the beauty of soul is slain, in sad-truth
When the vernal brow of faith is delved with brutal age
Fervid fancies perish within despair's black-faced cage.
Bitter coloquintida or ozier nectared sweet, welcome with applauding breath
Whatever the erratic wheel of fortune brings
For neither kingly might, intercepts the fixed course of earth
Nor cunning flying fingers, dare-drift fate’s ordained wings.
Averse from gore, by native mercy, advance along the beaten plain
Regardless of boisterous summer’s furnaced breath
Which ruins the sweet scented beauteous wreath
With even spite does sour weeds attempt.
Whether sullen clouds darting silver shafts of rain
Which spoiling golden crowns would scarce brass coronets exempt.
My hollowed breast, heedless of care
Shall the destined malignant flood bear.
Let the multitudinous throng of antagonist assail
With godlike rage and Roman resentment combined
Make the festal broad ends in blood, and songs in wail.
Like helots accustomed to groan, light in darkest afflictions find
My vulnerable soul resolved to endure
Shall unjust frequent pangs inure.
Let idle slandering serpents with forked tongues loose
Spread havoc like restless billows tossed to induce.
The heaped affronts haughty rascals diffuse
Offend the guiltless ear, like the rattling peals of thunder
Never strike the adamant heart asunder.
The self-kindled flame broiling their compact rage
Shall melt envy-waxed hearts to love, and thronged fury assuage.
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When the humid breath of spring crowned this place
Two darlings buds blossomed in one.
Lines of years unrolled with eagle mighty wings apace
Through toothed seasons, many delightful adventures won.
Once his hands landed on heaped treasure
With king like mien, he dropped with empty care
Who flooded his bosom with amorous pleasure.
With king like rue he wails, "bulk treasure brims no heart anywhere."
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The selfsame page echoes wordlessly like barren lord
To write in characters of light, Oh! bucket headed bard
Understand, art-like slumber must set-the soul free
Beyond time's fabric walls, in boundless circles waterski
Across the black besmeared realms of dreary night
Where passion cleaves darkness with fanged light.
Tread forth into the beauteous lustre of things
And hark, how sweet the drunken nightingale sings
Cheering languid Cynthia and the slow bursting bud
Oh! come empty bosomed lad
Let the primeval tongue of deft nature teach
You how to fold forms into voluptuous speech.
The sun through verdure fields has unrolled
His sweet placid beam of burning gold
And how gaily whispers the roaming scented wind
Blowing voluptuous strains pleasant than sevenfold lutes combined
Revealing to the dancing emerald leaves galore
Divine secrets hoarded in mediaeval days devoid of law.
When the throbbing heart of nature tunes the soul
Grand refined wisdom is your to attain
Which nor cognitive lore nor pedantic clouds of scroll
Can ever shower upon the mortal train.
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May the groom's vows adventure from heart to soul
Forever like restless surges in endless circles roll.
May the bride's vows yoke rivulets to the doting main
With interlinked steps of brass chain.
May these vows, arouse the starry court of Jove
To shower sleets of diamonds upon the garden of love.
May these vows, invoke the celestial flame in heat ringlets rolled
To flood these darling breasts with temperate rays of warm gold.
May this marriage, possess a vernal beautiful face
That flushes with a purple grace.
May this marriage, bear abundant fruits without stains
Endowed with tongues, silent and sweet like sugarcanes.
May this marriage, be white as unsullied milk
Comforting as heaped cotton blended with silk.
May this marriage embrace the divine gift
Of Peace gained without the dreary prize of conflict.
May this marriage, joyous silver tears ferment
Each day in laughter pent, every night in paradise spent.
May this marriage, mingle memories with delight
And cleave darkness with pointed javelins of light.
May this marriage, sail down the heaved tides of time
With wise measured pace, keeping gentle rhyme.
May these twined vows, bridge endeared memories to heart
Amidst wild solitude when loving souls apart.
When winter rough winds, dare cleave the impassioned pair
May this marriage, bask in the umbrageous shade of prayer.
May these vows, balm future deepest pangs
And disarm advancing ireful storms befit with fangs.
May these vows, build a house with unbarred gate
That recieves and freely gives without concealed hate.
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