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Persian poetry pastiche

  • 20 October 2015

Five ghazals inspired by Hafiz's ghazals*

 

92

Except for Your threshold, in the world my shelter

is nowhere;

my place of safety, except for this one door, there

is nowhere.

You, are the Protector and the Beloved of all Your lovers,

without You we are lost, worthless ... our future

is nowhere!

In the street to Your Winehouse is where You'll find us:

invite us in for a sip, for our thirst that is so rare,

is nowhere!

This world is a prison of illusion, it is a trickster, a thief:

it wants us to think it's all there is but that 'there'

is nowhere!

In dust at Your doorway is where this lover will stay ...

I shall never leave here, because to go elsewhere ...

is 'nowhere'.

Once I thought the world was 'my oyster', but now it

lacks the possibility of any pearl for it, I am aware

is nowhere!

Paul, that real Pearl can only be found by diving into

the depth of the ocean of one's heart, It elsewhere

is nowhere!

 

148

Heart's blood from our eye all over our face

goes:

one cannot see what from eye upon our case

goes.

Sometimes pain of separation's such it becomes too much

to do anything ... but hope well love's chase

goes!

We seek the Beloved here and there and inside and out ...

can be so elusive, we come that One's face

goes!

What is the point in trying to hunt down that One for

that One's everywhere, yet nowhere our case

I went to see my cardiologist, he said eat, drink less:

then he quotes Hafiz all about God's grace;

goes!

Since I gave him a Divan twenty years ago, he is a

'new man' ... consults Hafiz, commonplace

'Paul, all books of yours since the by-pass I should

get a percentage of ... way the marketplace

goes!'

 

159

I have the desire that if it from my hand out right

will come,

I'll have in hand such a thing, grief's end in sight

will come.

We are all given a gift from God, whether aware or not:

it is a unique talent ... unless we use it no insight

will come.

Sixty years ago on way to school I skip a turn I create

same rhyme and find a ghazal right, light, bright

will come.

Perhaps you can skip flat stones across a pond that go

on it seems forever and from it even God's delight

will come?

Maybe, you can create a shoe so strong, comfortable,

beautiful, that to wear it one believes what's right

will come.

All God wants us to do to gain grace is to give back

a gift, anew, completed, perfect ... then that Light

will come.

Paul, it is easy, yet