The Beloved came, smiling.
Guiding my hand to Her lotus
She stirred my river into motion,
bursting forth a healing smile, this poem.
Ever since I became a happy man
I fell in love with my sorrows.
Whenever they come
I bow to their presence
and offer them the seat of my heart.
Each precious tear I shed
I gather in the soil of my garden.
roses blossom and fill my heart.
In the sour evening the Beloved came.
Smiling, She pressed a thorn into my angry heart.
the peaceful silence of stars.
At the centre of our heart a soft flame burns.
and fearing a breath might put it out
we fold ourselves on ourselves,
keep it hidden, safe and sound.
Ah, but were we for once, just for once
to open up, invite all the world inside,
and sip a taste of its bitter sweet wine!
We would then discover that love is the wind
at which all-encompassing-touch
our heart-flame bursts and ignites,
that the harder it blows
the deeper the burning roots descend
until they permeate our whole heart,
becoming a sun living right inside our chest
and shining out into the world
the healing light we are.
You opened your eyes
And warmth flushed through my veins;
You open your eyes
And dawn, a warm sigh of light
Surges through my heart.
I gathered myself in the flower’s heart
A dewdrop sipping her fragrant essence.
A lover came at the hour of dawn,
Plucked and rubbed me on the face of heaven.
In your palm I became a flower
shivering in happiness
as the dewdrops from your eyes
rolled down across my skin,
soaking into their purity
the fragrance of my heart,
rounding in their clarity
the ripeness of my visions.
Your relaxed smile
like the blue sky of dawn
has entered into my heart,
welling up hot stars
in the riverbeds of silence
a golden flow gathered
in the ocean of my face.
From each set of eyes
a world of colour pours.
From each beating heart
the divine music of love.
Circle of laughter,
the moon from her eyes, pouring
music of the night.
Rain is a song hugging the earth,
soaking love into her deepest marrow
and calling her anguish out,
each thorn a flower.
The world splashes at my window
and my spirit, bruised by the fingers of waiting,
finally grows wings and flies away,
soaking into the ocean,
joyfully merging with the frothing waves.
No longer shivering,
Fingers firmly plucking
The fruits of heart’s desire.
I am a bird gone mad with love for the wind.
Flapping my wings against her wanting to engulf her
I am thrust through endless horizons and ever changing lands;
breathing her in wanting to inhale her my chest bursts
and is scattered populating with stars the canopy of night.
Child of my darkest hour,
You kissed my forehead
Filling my eyes with stars.
There is a wine that heightens your sobriety,
cleaning up your riverbeds in anticipation for the great surge of passion.
Drunk, the clarity of dawn becomes a white sea of stars.
She placed her breast against my mouth
and I suckled the milk of stars.
Thick and hot down my throat it seeped
a universe seething with desire.
Filling my womb with fire and steam, it rose,
a full moon birthing a sea of love.
The fire of my being I plant,
A kiss between your eyes.
،نار جسدي أزرعها
.قبلة بين عينيك
Hot stones of desire,
pebbles of light into my eyes they fall,
letters from a stray moon
the waters in my womb.
Light upon light
burning in my veins,
the juice of desire churns
and on outstretched tongues, drips –
letters from a stray moon.
The woman I love – she is my goddess,
Her body, my temple, where I undress
All yearnings that quiver deep in the soul –
They bloom, like flowers, like dewdrops they roll.